Concept Playlist

100+ dark academia vibe songs from various genres & artists.

it’s friday fall apart: Monday you can fall apart Tuesday Wednesday fall apart Thursday fall apart but it’s Friday fall apart

stupid idiot girl: sappy songs for sappy times

venus as a boy: his wicked sense of humor suggests exciting sex

our love is god let’s go get slushies: fuck me gently with a chainsaw amirite

hated bc of gr8 qualities: ego death but also ego resuscitation¿

addicted 2 the shindig: every rhcp song sounds the same and I love them also I love blur//more upbeat songs on this one

heels over head: cue school scene from donnie darko

chemical: enemies to lovers type shit

Not the usual super specific playlists but I spent a shit ton of time on these so y’all should check them out :) <3 there’s also a bunch of different kinds of music on each playlist so if you’re looking for a variety I got u.

invested in a figment: for my obsessive folk who long for love or someone they can’t have

can you feel my love buzz?: obsessive vibes again but more intense and less lovesick

stop it, wake up: self explanatory, I don’t know what the concept is here but I love this playlist so check it out

rhinestones from the sky: for rainy days and gloomy weather when you’re in your room and want to stare at the ceiling and you’re not happy but you’re not sad either

new wave: mix of synth and vibes

i work the week like sedation: made after I worked every day for a week and felt like I was deteriorating

such a lonely day: those days when you contemplate life and drive around and want to scream but also cry but in a mellow way where the feeling just settles

i’m aboutTo have a nervous breakdown: for when you are losing your mind, be it from school, work, etc.

dream workshop: artists and academics collide; a fantasy i have of having an apartment with my friends and working in a little workshop space on our own respective things like art, music, studying, etc.

dissociating on the metro: it’s before dusk during the blue hour and you’re on your way home on the subway/metro after a long day

low vibrations - the feeling of thick dark lip gloss on your mouth, splayed across plush velvet furniture, a candle is lit, the air is sultry and you catch glimpses of orbs floating around

the tenderest part - sometimes it’s okay to sit next to our shadow selves, to only share tears and nothing more, there is soap in our eyes, what else are we supposed to do?

no hesitations - i want to hold your hand in a crowded room where the lights are on for once, i am only looking at you and there is a cage of birds being released in my chest

the irrelevant - i am burying your body in the middle of an open field, i keep my knives by the door, broken statues of gods are under my feet. who do you think you are? i did not lose you, you lost me

eat my youth - watching my old self through songs, the coming of age movie in my head where my younger self is the main character (as they deserved)

god of the aisles - everyone’s eyes are on you, apples falling to the ground, looking at yourself in the reflection of any surface, smiling to yourself as you pass by others, who is the mystery walking down the low lights of the grocery store?

medusa myth - exposing the inner rage of milky ink, i have a desire for everything i once never could have, this time i control my own story

taste of smoke - you are sitting in a broken down pub with wooden black walls, rain is pouring, jazz or blues is playing as you sip on an unfamiliar drink, you are waiting for someone who might not show up

under the lights - in the backset of your friends car, head out of the window, cold wind blowing through your face in the dimly lit yellow glow of the night, the streetlights and stars merge into one sky, the overwhelming feeling of wanting to scream through a tunnel

chilling on the moon with friendly aliens

songs that would have been played in a gay bar from the 1940s-1960s (based on actual accounts of vintage gay bar culture).

going for an early morning walk in the woods with the fairies by your side

songs that would be played in a parisian café patronised by an art student who is writing in the journal she just took out of her pink prada bag

making freshly-picked berries into jam and pies and tending to your vegetable garden while wearing a gingham dress

simulating the effect of being high while not actually being high

songs that will make you politically far left

songs to water your houseplants to

when you want to listen to country music, but don't want to listen to lyrics about murica and girls in tiny denim shorts

falling into the gentlest sleep

if one more fucking man catcalls me im going to rip his throat out with my fucking teeth

music they’d play in a movie when the main character is on an acid trip

music I listen to when i desperately, desperately don’t want to go to work to remind myself that I need money

Vintage Italian music that makes me feel like I’m walking along the streets of Rome on a sunny day with a cup of gelato in hand

high tempo 70s disco to dance to

music to objectify men to in a funny way

absolute bops from the late 2000s and early 2010s

Japanese city pop (aka Japanese 80s music)

falling in love in the summer, picnics under the sun, picking flowers buzzing with bees, sweet strawberry lips

Finnish Indie

Best of the 80s

stay ugly with me  - sometimes a fairy tale ending isn’t a white horse and glittering slippers—instead, it’s shattered glass and crime scene tape. somehow, it’s still a love story.

candy-coated skull crusher - there’s something going wrong with the AI you’ve been constructing. sure, it’s brilliant, but you can’t help but think there’s something…else occurring within the system. something beautiful. something dangerous.

burn through the witches - fate has never been your friend, but you don’t need it to be. you don’t want to be the chosen one, another tragic hero. instead, you’ll carve out your own story—that of a dark god.

black suits and ties [we won’t get out alive] - it was just supposed to be a job, but you now realize it’s become far more than that—this is your family. the family you’ll stand alongside amidst the ashes of the city you once called home.

nowhere, USA - population: everyone who’s names you’ve already forgotten, but still show up in your dreams. do you have your hometown, or does your hometown hate you? does it matter which one it is?

cottagecore playlist - listen on spotify

technology! neon! crackling electricity!

warm summer afternoon in 1983

arcades really galaxy-brained with the 8-bit

what am i missing?

grey skies, faraway thunderstorms, and you

zoning out at a diner, late at night

there’s more to life than american music

weirdcore playlist: you fell through the gaps of reality and into an alternate universe where nothing feels real, and it’s the most you’ve felt in years.

coming of age film soundtrack: we blast music in an empty field and laugh; teenage life is hell but right now things aren’t looking so grim.

[🚘]•[quarantine has ended, and even though mosts days you’d rather stay home, self isolation made crave an adventure, it made exploring any new place seem like the best idea]

[🌷]•[summer spent in a field of wildflowers and tall grass, eyes closed and soaking up the warmth of the sun]

[☁️]•[cloud-like cudding and soft touches, soft glow from the sun and words spoken softly, sleepy eyed looks, messy hair and the feeling of pure bliss]

longing for escape take my hand. let’s get out of this town. we won’t look back.

bubble of sadness soft, quiet sad girl hours.

dissociating in the bathroom staring back at yourself in the mirror. lost in lust and jealousy and confusion. doubting everything you know. wondering what everyone truly thinks. wondering how you’ll ever have the strength to rejoin the party.

new city, big dreams it’s been waiting for you.

i’d do it all over again the fights, the long nights, the tears and tantrums.

parisian days you drink coffee and eat a pastry at a café on the seine. beautiful parisian women stroll by. the air is crisp and sweet.

obsessed wid u obssesive, possesive love. completely in awe of everything that the person is. nobody else compares.

fuck off for slamming doors and punching walls. when your blood boils. when you need to be alone.

heart rush - for when you are smitten and blush everytime you see someone

oh, honey honey - that romantic comedy type of love that you wish to have one day

heatwave - under the harsh sun, covered in sweat and everything feels like it’s on fire

lucky strike - it’s the middle of the day and you’re on the long empty road and the warm sticky air blows through your hair

venus in taurus - for the fragile and deeply in love 

the good side - you woke up, the sun glimmers through the window, you hear distant sounds of other lives waking up, everything will be okay

on the rocks - a party has finally died down, you and your friends are in a daze cleaning things up in a dark lit room and your skin feels like glitter and smoke

hold on a sec i’m having an out of body experience - it’s the middle of the night and you desperately want to be anywhere but here so you dance it out

graveyard shift - for when you’re driving at night going nowhere in particular, and your only companion are the soft yellow street lights and hum of your car

in the present with you - when you’re hopelessly in love and want to spend today, tomorrow, and the rest of tomorrows with someone

after hours - lights off, skin to skin, touch starved and a hunger for desire

five drinks in - alcohol swims in you as you softly sip on your drink and all you want is to place your head on someone’s shoulder, close your eyes, and feel the world slowly spin around you