C O N C E P T P L A Y L I S T S
mrs brightside; pump your fist in the air darling, don’t let your pale knuckles meet the cold touch of a skull; music is all we need for this rebellion.
she’s a fire sign for a reason; all you hear is silence for the words fighting to crawl out of her sealed lips have the ability to brutally mutilate you.
toxicity never tasted sweeter; when you’re wearing rose-tinted glasses, all red flags resemble ordinary ones.
greetings, love; songs from back in the day that makes Lolita feel like she was born in the wrong era.
“the cat scratched me”; for those who said they never knew, the saddest leave the least of clues.
a playlist for other days; some days, all I long for is a vacancy on your chest, the hum of your heartbeat a lullaby to my weary soul. On other days-
crying eyes, red and dry; a collection of songs that made her cry before, be it forming slight reservoirs or with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.
“you’re the kind of person I would tell my kids about”; to the people who may want to know what makes up her soul long after she’s gone, pay attention to every lyric. They speak more than her tongue has and ever will.
in the spirit of this being a studyblr, this is my study playlist; songs that are soft enough to retain focus while relaxing the tense strings in your brain.
we’ll give you one more fight; numb, melancholic girl finally finds a love that lasts. A love of whose bruised, bleeding knuckles she shall tend to endearingly.
“i’ll single-handedly prove you wrong and never leave you lonesome”; shy, insecure girl met a wounded, beautiful wildflower that vows to stay by her side through it all.
bleach doesn’t wash off brown; the primarily English-speaking brown girl embraces the spice that intertwines through her soul.
idealism sits in prison; “which sort of kid were you, Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon or Disney?” “all of them.”
so long and goodnight; remnants of her rock and roll soul peeking through, long after her emo years.
clubbing culture; hit the club with a little short of thirty bucks, one person with bronchitis spreads it to the other eight within seconds. that’s the life ? ¿
