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sevenyearsdead:

i’ve seen these concept playlists going around and i really wanted to give them a shot so here you go
you’re drinking a strawberry shake in a busy 1950′s styled diner when someone cute walks in and time seems to slow down
you’re stoned on a rooftop staring up at the stars with someone who makes your hands sweaty (in a good way though)
you’re driving really fast on a bridge at 3 am and your heart is too full for your chest
you were so angry that you punched a hole in the wall but now you’re just hollow and numb and your hand hurts really fuckin bad (but it’ll be alright because your hand will heal and things will get better)

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shittyspud said:

Can you make a playlist for Like The days you just feel really bad for no reason at all and you just want a nice mix of bubbly happy songs and full on JAMMING out rock songs that you can head bang to like queen I need that desperately in my life

gentlepeople:

sure! i made two! i am not super into rock, but i do know some stuff about the classics, and i DO know what constitutes a headbanging jam, so hopefully these suit your tastes!
did you know that head banging actually causes neural stem damage and brain cell death? me neither let’s jam
AND!
you’re a sorta sad kid in an indie movie and you’re dancing around your room in your socks while vaguely 80s sounding music is playing

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mythohs:

here are some playlists:
it’s the tunnel scene from the perks of being a wallflower except you’re not listening to david bowie
it’s August and I’m really sad. Harry styles wrote two songs about this
if the x files was a modern day noir drama and scully was gay and I was in charge of the music this is what it would sound like
welcome to depression, I’m your host: every indie song sounds the same
this playlist is only songs by women and they may or may not all be gay
this playlist is also all songs by women and this time they are all confirmed gay
the soundtrack to that sapphic indie movie where everyone’s wearing high waisted jeans and the ending is slightly bittersweet but still happy
I’ve never been involved in a breakup but I made a really sad breakup playlist anyway because it’s a guaranteed eventuality
I was listening to this playlist and a friend saw it in my Spotify activity and messaged me to see if I was ok that’s how sad this playlist is

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mythohs:

this format is dead but here are some more playlists:
at 11:17pm on july 25th, 2017, lorde tweeted “you’re the only motherfucker in this city who can handle me” from the st. vincent song ‘new york’. here’s a playlist about that
every time I hear a song and think “wow it’s almost as if they wrote this to be in brokeback mountain”, I put it in this playlist. it’s sad sexual ambiguity with a lot of guitar
this playlist is about how hard it is to grow up. (people who genuinely enjoy their birthdays don’t interact)
here are a bunch of songs that will make your friends ask you if you’re gay when you put them on the aux
you’re driving through somewhere nondescript in the midwest and the only radio station that comes in is playing melancholy oldies
you’re sad but you’re only trying to make it worse enough that you’re really mopey, not full blown suicidal
if being in love doesn’t feel like these songs then I don’t want it
should any of y’all decide to backpack cross country with your lesbian lover, i’ve made y’all a playlist

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swingsuckers:

songs to make you feel like the first + last scenes in a movie-
the beginning- installs a feeling of determination. the sun is shining, the kid is skateboarding through the city, people are getting ready for their big day, the story is starting to paint over your screen, motivating you to get outside right after this hour and a half and do something.
the end- the sun is setting. our hero has found happiness within themselves, as they scream out of the sunroof in a car leading to nowhere and everywhere. everything is right, and everything is warm, comforting your doubts and leaving you with a sense of hope in your ordinary life.

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hardfeelngs:

which one fits ur aesthetic ? (insp) (insp)
it’s 1978 nd ur chillin w ur vampire byf in his basement nd he rly likes the taste of boxed wine even tho it makes him puke
u nd ur friends r following an abandoned train track cause an old man told u there’s a werewolf cave at the end of it nd all u have on u r a couple of flashlights, a broken compass, nd a packet of gummy worms
its 3 days before the end of the world so ur sitting in the middle of the highway in a fur coat getting high with ur dog
its 11:11 nd ur sitting at the edge of a dock drinking peach tea staring down at the black waves of the ocean nd ur head kinda hurts nd ur heart feels heavy

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bananagogh:

tag urself: the playlist concepts based on things i’ve felt in the last few days edition
1) it’s that time of the day where the sunlight drowns the room with soft and muted orange-pink hues. the wind flows through the curtains carrying the smell of vanilla candles and lavender flowers to you. you’re curled up on top of silk bedsheets, overwhelmed by the feelings of longing for a lover.
2) you’re in a convenience store where the buzzing fluorescent lights throw you into a haze. you’ve lost track of time - is it 3AM or 12AM?? who knows (not you). you feel like you’ve entered another world where nothing really exists as you wander the aisles looking for what you initially came in to buy.
3) it’s late at night and you’re in the car with your friends driving into the heart of the city, not really having a specific location in mind. the street lights reflect in your eyes and as the windows are rolled down, the weight of the world lifts off your shoulders. the wind whips through your hair and you feel alive.
4) you’re sitting on a swing in the playground at the edge of the beach. the sound of children laughing and waves reach your ears. there’s a basket filled with fresh peaches, strawberries, and your favorite book next to you. the sun shines brightly above you in a blue sky, decorated with puffy white clouds.

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dimpley:

new personality test whichever playlist u choose reflects WHO u are as a person , goodnight
1. ur lost n at a bus stop at 2am with ur ghost best friend & the headlights from the passing cars keep getting caught in ur eyes but ur dying so its ok
2. u spilt draculas fkn soda n now he wants u dead. lke actual honest to god stoker’s drac hates u but still goes to mcdonalds w u every sweet tuesday night
3. someone steals ur heart DIRECTLY from your chest AT 10pm on the dot and u have to go fucking get it back but u only have a bike
4. its like 1953 but somewhere else n u live in a small town by the beach n the air is always hazy n kinda salty. its warm & ice cream is a hit. ur gf is an alien.

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stephie-senpai:

THE SMH HAUS KEGSTER MIX VOL. 3
listen here (note: listen on shuffle)
vol. 1 / vol. 2

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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

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