concept playlists;
youāre 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
youāre hold up in an abandoned church, outside thereās 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.
youāre in your boyfriendās pickup. heās asleep in the passenger seat, youāre 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 youāre on a rooftop somewhere, thereās 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. youāre feeling peaceful for the first time all week
youāre lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandmaās old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you
itās four pm in the afternoon and youāve got your head in the lap of the only boy youāve ever loved & youāre reading jane eyre &Ā heāsĀ sipping on tea & itās the kind of weather where itās just warm enough for you to pretend itās summer & itāsĀ drizzling & youāre listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes youāre curled up in bed as it pours outside, thereās 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
youāreĀ making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like youāve swallowed the sun youāre standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all thatāsĀ left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but youāre feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how youāve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now youāre suddenlyĀ being crowned fairie queen, apparently thereās a prophecy waiting to be fulfilledĀ itās mid morning but itās dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but itās actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it youāre sipping onĀ cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & youāre feeling younger thanĀ youāve ever been youāre summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night
