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watching stranger things 2

listening to khalid and daniel caesar

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1. you don't need to text back

2. take a break if you need it

3. stop procrastinating

4. coconut oil

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admlynch:

holiest listen here

Hold me in your arms 

Twist until we fall apart

 a soft synth pop pynch mix

 for my pynch secret santa @seekthemist

concept playlists;

winterblues:

you’re 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

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s 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.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re 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

you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes

you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s 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

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun

you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn

you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled 

it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it

you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been

you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

concept playlists part ii

winterblues:

it’s the year 2077 & you’re at a nightclub in tokyo with your best friend, you’re both on the run from a group of rebels but you feel safe in this little neon corner of nowhere so when a robot waiter offers you a strawberry daiquiri you accept it

you’re a tourist on mars & you’re trying to contact home but the signal is really crappy so you just end up buying yourself an icecream sundae & waiting in this strange alien queue to buy an interstellar sim card

you’re in a small virginian town that was wiped off the map several years ago housesitting for a mysterious neighbor when you find a secret passageway in their library, you have no idea where it leads but you’re curious to take a look 

you’re in victorian england & you’re walking down a path adorned with the warm aureate glow of gaslights & it’s snowing softly & you have your hands buried deep in your coat pockets while somewhere in the distance, someone announces that the queen is dead

you meet god at a gas station at 3.03 am & he asks you if you want to go for a motorcycle ride with him & when you say yes he warns you that he’s about to introduce you to things you can never unknow 

you’re in love with a ghost who shows up in all your household mirrors & keeps turning off the kitchen light but one night you realize that you’re the one that’s been doing all the haunting 

it’s a rehab centre for celestial beings, where angels with dying halos flitter past & talk to you of stars, you love working this job, learning about the woes of a dozen flighty beings, & they endow you with their strength & light in return

you’re stuck in a time loop inside of a 80′s horror flick and your entire world feels like it’s glitching around you nothing is real except for your strange lover with eyes like moonlight calling you to come back to bed 

you’re at an island at midnight all by yourself, the night sky is so clear the sea reflects the star-matted sky, a salty breeze lifts your hair, you breathe in deep & dream of someone beautiful coming to your rescue

xtras:
hotmess / midyouth crisis / mud puppy / lucid dreaming

playlists for different moods

artemistudying:

😰 stressed 

😠 angry 

😞 sad 

😴 sleepy

😛 energetic 

😌 calm 

☺️ happy

🙃 study

theunseeliecourt:

ENDORMIR: a playlist for sleeping the entire night long, and going in and out of strange, wonderful, curious dreams. | listen here

llilac:

july playlist 

1. comfortable, jaunt; 2. we’re not just friends, parks, squares & alleys; 3. oh my my, trace; 4. alaska, maggie rogers; 5. fame, the acid; 6. weird around you, eerie summer; 7. little uneasy, fazerdaze; 8. don’t wanna be your girl, wet; 9. gold angel, minke; 10. wearing nothing, dagny

moffhales:

slow sensations; let the spark of something more consume me (listen on spotify)

i. hunger | sam sure, ii. things i’d do for u | astronomyy, iii. good together | honne, iv. turbine blue | seekae, v. talk baby talk | emma louise, vi. ilysb - stripped | lany, vii. vines | golden vessel & goode, viii. i | foreign fields, ix. meet in the middle | ta-ku & wafia, x. all we do | oh wonder, xi. warm | sg lewis, xii. outside | tender xiii. anaesthetic | thomston

ghafai:

calm | listen

we’ll lay here for years or for hours.