concept playlists;
youβre lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you
youβre hold up in an abandoned church, outside thereβs a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.
youβre in your boyfriendβs pickup. heβs asleep in the passenger seat, youβre driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium youβre on a rooftop somewhere, thereβs 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. youβre feeling peaceful for the first time all week
youβre lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandmaβs old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you
itβs four pm in the afternoon and youβve got your head in the lap of the only boy youβve ever loved & youβre reading jane eyre &Β heβsΒ sipping on tea & itβs the kind of weather where itβs just warm enough for you to pretend itβs summer & itβsΒ drizzling & youβre listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes youβre curled up in bed as it pours outside, thereβs a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark
youβreΒ making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like youβve swallowed the sun youβre standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all thatβsΒ left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but youβre feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how youβve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now youβre suddenlyΒ being crowned fairie queen, apparently thereβs a prophecy waiting to be fulfilledΒ itβs mid morning but itβs dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but itβs actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it youβre sipping onΒ cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & youβre feeling younger thanΒ youβve ever been youβre summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night
