#spellista

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7pr0D8OidHUFIffB8sQp7g?si=kYLRIoYLQDG7XtxrqxoPRQ

the year is 1928. you're sitting on a velvet chaise in a linen tea dress, the windows are open and the curtains billow around you in the absent breeze. the heat is stifling, the air too thick to think. the sounds of the radio drown you in a syrupy daydream.

it's the early hours of the morning. you lie in bed, smothered by the bleary dreams that keep you awake, your eyes red with nostalgia for a time that never was. the world seems to be spinning slower. the moonbeams shine in through your window.

it's 1952. the pool glitters with the sunlight, the refreshing mirage begging you to immerse yourself in the cool water. you catch the cerulean eye of the boy across the way. you share a heated glance over your sunshades. you take a sip of your coca-cola. suddenly, the day is unbearably scalding.

SEXY EYES: a fall mood playlist ☆彡

“  … and all at once, summer collapsed into fall. ”

studying: a mix of instrumental, chill, folk, and ambient songs to keep you focused and help you stay on task.

i. time by hans zimmer, ii. lily’s theme by alexandre desplat, iii. awake by tycho, iv. snow in gothenburg, v. neptune by sleeping at last, vi. faded dreams by aaron lansing, vii. borrowed peace by peter sandberg, viii. awaking by otto wahl, ix. naked as we came by iron & wine, x. we have a map of the world by mum, xi. more hours by silent waves, xii. predispositions by haylox, xiii. doria by olafur arnalds, xiv. gymnopedie by emile pandolfi, xv. dawn by dario marianeilli, xvi. alpine sketch by christian loffler, xvii. heartbeats by jose gonzalez, xviii. holocene by bon iver, xix. a day without rain by enya, xx. film by aphex twin

THE SEA: music for oceanic adventures, daydreamers and sirens 

The cure for anything is salt water ? sweat, tears, or the Sea.

- Isak Dinesen 

a playlist for a love so unattainable it makes your heart thud in your chest and your mind reel while you lose yourself in the melancholy daydream of the tender touch of a caressed cheek swathed in laughter, entwined limbs, and sunshine smiles.

ICHOR; from our young gods 

“you always feared god-born achilles the most of all your fellows. his divinity wove him taller, better, quicker, stronger. well here's a secret for you: my father was a swan, and the monthly blood on my thighs is two-parts ichor.”