Those A Little Greener

My alters:

make me choose (asked by @aurevoa)

for those with a tendency to romanticise

lighthearted, lightly romantic tunes to make life seem a bit nicer

nostalgia playlist that’s also about the future aka songs i listened to around the time of my high school graduation

pop songs but everything is by girls and everything is excellent

the sound of glitter, if glitter sounded like high energy, high octane electro-pop with exclusively female vocals

this one sounds like catharsis

can only really describe this as atmospheric semi-transcendent semi-mystical existentialism

reminders that things will get better

u find a hatch on ur ceiling one day nd u open it to find an attic that was never their before nd inside r bunch of old scratched records that r probably possessed

u wake up nd somehow ur living in a 2d adventure game nd now u have a pet dog that speaks swedish nd u have to save the princess 

ur trying to rob ur local laundry mat but then the weird cat lady pulls a gun so now ur kinda fucked

it’s 1962 nd ur a cheerleader nd u found a bat cave on the beach nd u’ve been holding poetry readings there

ur the only car on the road in the middle of the desert nd the radio keeps skipping nd the static is starting to sound like screams

ur sitting in the abandoned lot in the middle of ur home town picking at the weeds nd everything looks as if ur looking thru an old 70s home video camera 

part i here

normal ish playlists here and here 

crime soaked blood and fallen for the side of justice: nurtured in darkness and betrayal, you’ve grown a facade of evil and never allow yourself to become weak. until you’re tempted by the fruit on the other side, of the promise and light. and maybe just once you’ll blindly follow them, hands held tight.

rebellion against society’s bullshit rules: you’re so tired of the empty promises and the blatant lies behind plastered smiles. you don’t want to be their puppet doll anymore. this time you won’t hold back and you’ll rise above their corruption. this is your anarchy.

making an alliance with the reaper for another chance: the reaper appears before you’re ready. you still have regrets and you just can’t say goodbye to it all yet so you beg. the reaper doesn’t listen until you promise that the complete ownership of your soul would belong to them in the end. they accept, giving you back your life on borrowed time.

being a morally confused hero that’s still trying day by day: you have a track record, trying to balance between your emotions and logic but you have the best intentions. though you have no idea which side is good and you learn that there’s a whole gray area. no one’s perfect, so you just try to follow your own path, learning along the way.

 be gay, do crimes (for non-cishet shenanigans, road trips, milkshake runs, showers, and general good lgbt times) 

pride throwbacks (no this isn’t the same five madonna songs as every other throwback mix it’s ani difranco and george michael i got u denim lesbians i got u) 

not crying on sundays (sometimes bein lgbt is hard and that’s ok here are some songs for u when ur sad but always remember things get better) 

just a little help from my friends (i asked four of my gay friends to send me their favorite gay songs. what happened next will astound you)  / +BONUS one of the contributors made a playlist of their favorite gay anthems composed entirely of one direction songs 

lgbt resistance radio (vintage vibes from ye gays of olde) 

you gotta give em hope (songs that remind me of harvey milk’s ‘hope’ speech) 

gay club at mos eisley spaceport (yeah i mean the one on tattooine)

pride 2018 mastermix (balls to the wall lgbt jams and general happy sounding music for your own personal pride parade or whatever it is you have planned for this month) 

the world as you know it has been reduced to a post-apocalyptic wasteland and you’re just another warrior trying to ahead of your destiny by conquering this world one day at a time

yet another year is about to begin and you’re at yet another new year’s party but time doesn’t quite feel real anymore - and neither does your existence. Here are some songs to zone out to.

You are learning to let go of a long faded love so that you may finally find peace - but it’s one of the hardest things you’ve ever done.

You’ve been waiting for the days to get warmer for a long time, but the world seems to be getting colder and colder, and it seems as though you will never quite shake off the chill in your bones.

You’ve been really sad for a long long time, but summer is upon you and the days are starting the feel less heavy and the nights are starting to feel softer. You’re now ready to move on.

You’re an age-old river goddess and you’re fucking bitter - and you don’t know if it is because you’re dying or because you’re in love or because you’ll never love again.

Love is real and love is important and sometimes you just need to drive yourself giddy crazy happy about all the love in your life and about all the love out there waiting for you to stumble upon it.

golden hour love-affair: the sea crashes against the docks as the sun sets, creeping lower every minute. distantly, you can see the wharf carnival happening on the horizon, but you’re too distracted by the wind in your face and your best friends’ laughs. the moment is blindingly bright and you never want it to end. 

teeth bared: you are going to die with a mouthful of blood. you wouldn’t have it any other way.

proud remainers: your cellphone’s smashed the city’s gone silent. logically, you know that the rest of the world must still exist, spinning. it doesn’t feel like it. so you cling to the person at your side and keep your eyes on the road ahead. the sun’s gone and the night’s long. all that’s left to do is survive.

the papers were right: rain runs across the windshield. you tap your cold fingers on the dash. there’s no turning back. no redemption awaits under the highway signs or inside whatever cheap motel you’ll stay in. it’s better this way.

heretics don’t come home: dawns barely breaking as you hike ever higher into the mountains. when your friends said they wanted to get out of town, you envisioned bus tickets and plane fares, not flimsy sneakers on the muddy forest slope. your breath clouds the air and your feet ache already, but your hands are warm, clenched in theirs.