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spotify playlists i made that i love:

for instantly inducing sadness and depression

for losing sight of what love means to you

for feeling present in the current moment

for deep-rooted loneliness

for the pure excitement of having a crush

for sleeping

for the person who left and would ruin you if they ever came back

for a love that rages like a fire

for your pride & prejudice hand flex moment

for feeling dreamy

for your radiohead fix

for crying while still bopping along

for drinking warm spiced milk on a rainy day

for feeling like you're an indie coming of age film

for the nostalgic emo phase

for feeling wretched

for when you're walking the streets of a new city by yourself

for daydreaming about moving to new york city with your best friends

for bangerz only

for wearing bold lipstick

for your bollywood fix

for allowing yourself to change

for feeling like you're floating on your back in a swimming pool at night in an indie movie

for your gracie abrams fix

for when you don't recognize yourself

for my desi diaspora kids

for my desi diaspora kids pt 2

for traveling and being present

for feeling like a smashed vase, or for smashing vases

for the jungle

for your james blake fix

for managing the aux cord

for feeling like the color orange, or perhaps the fruit. either one

for late night car rides surrounded by the open sky

for seeing the end of the world but smiling ridiculously

for your ridiculous bestie

for dying of love

for gradually falling into sleep

for your joji fix

for watching bright orange sunsets while hating yourself

for feeling the first warmth of summer hit you

for feeling like the weird kid in class again

for learning to live without the heartache it gives you

for playing breath of the wild

for realizing that romantic love will not be the thing that heals you

for whispering secrets to your best friend

for the kids who grew up on the internet

for love, or the lack thereof

for when you want to move to a new city but something is keeping you where you are

for your morning walk

for sitting in a field of marigolds

for beat drops that make you go feral

for traveling to see your best friends

for not allowing yourself to feel ridiculous anymore

for feeling like a perpetually open wound

for risk-taking

for your coke studio pakistan fix

for waiting for better days

for haunting

for being afraid that this is all there is

for texting them to get home safe

for falling in love in the summertime

for your hallmark movie main character moment

for your slowcore fix

for studying

for eating heartshaped jam cookies

for an espresso shot of joy

for feeling like an empty well that has nothing left to give

for love-filled days

for your ariana grande fix

for web-weaving

for your commute

for losing grip of your dreams

for setting this whole year on fire

for feeling like a pakistani uncle drinking chai on the porch

for isolation

for kicking anxiety in the face

Specific things about certain songs I like that make me start frothing at the mouth like a rabid raccoon when I hear them:

The soft violin solo that plays at 1:35 in "The Crooked Kind" by Radical Face, like the heralding of a distant thunderstorm that you can see rolling in the distance.

When Florence starts chanting "Who's a heretic now?" in "Which Witch", which is the best song on the album and it is a CRIME that it was just a demo (don't let Spotify fool you it was listed as a demo until recently).

The way the chunky guitar and drums build before the second chorus of "Double Vision" by Family and Friends, which is sung with some kind of soft anguish that always breaks my heart into pieces.

The pianowork in "Garden" by Cold Weather Company is complimented by a fuckin' pianica of all things and it absolutely should not work but it does and drives me nuts when it hops in like Jesus.

David Le'aupepe's vocal's in "The Man Himself" by Gang of Youths. This man is a horrifically underrated singer and I would pay every ounce of money I have to see him belt this song out live.

Just the subject of "Staring at the Stars" by Passenger. I love songs that revel in the fact that their subjects are complete and utter losers, and there's something kinda hopeful in and of that as well.

The masterful guitarwork on "The Graduate" by the Arcadian Wild but particularly by the mandolinist. It's insane how fast that man can strum those chords out.

I could make an entire list based on The Oh Hellos alone but when the whole band chimes in behind Maggie Heath to sing "--any little Messiah" in "Passerine", it's not only amazing but a literal callback of the "birds of a kind" lyric that comes right before it and Idk I think that's neat.

The chemistry between the two lead singers of "Home to Me" by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea-- it is genuinely a failing of society that they never got big nor released more than 8 songs.

That quiet, warm optimism you can hear in every word and even in that fuckin'...I don't know, panflute synth?...in "Summerland" by half-alive. This song is like watching a sunset on a half-empty beach with all your closest friends, finally reveling in the warmth that you can only find in early June.

The rising, building vitriol of the two singers in "The Descent" by Bastille (the man is Dan Smith, the woman is Lily Moore). I LOVE songs where both singers are just fucking furious with each other it's so sexy, and Moore in particular kills it.

Changing the final line of "No Lullaby" by SIAMES from "Where's the love when you were left on your own?" to "Who said you're on your own?"-- in an album centered around broken homes, it's a nice way to end a song centered around familial abandonment on a hopeful note.

The way the last line of "Leaves in the River" by Sea Wolf is sung-- a soft, hopeful, almost wistful sigh of a man who's just fallen head over heels in love (or at least that's how I interpret it).

I just adore these two having shenanigans together 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Teacher skill … unmatched.

If Trump goes to prison during pride month I will literally never stop laughing like to charge reblog to cast give me all of your evil thoughts and prayers for this freak to get his first ever consequence.

shoutout to my fellow aroallos tbh. shoutout to cishet aroallos who keep hearing theyre not queer enough (you are), shoutout to hypersexual aroallos, shoutout to aroallos who dont want to have sex, shoutout to aroallos in fwb situations and aroallos in qprs and aroallos in romantic relationships and shoutout to aroallos who like one night stands, shoutout to loveless aroallos, shoutout to gay aroallos, to lesbian aroallos, to mspec aroallos, shoutout to aroallos who like to walk around in little clothing and shoutout to aroallos who dont, shoutout to religious aroallos, shoutout to aroallos who still havent completely come to terms with their aroallo identity (its okay to struggle with identities like these) and shoutout to aroallos who are open about their identity and shoutout to aroallos who arent either, shoutout to aroallo trans folk, shoutout to aroallo men and aroallo women and nonbinary aroallos and all other aroallos and shoutout to aroallo poc