trying to find more songs for the playlist like a hunter and gatherer

There really is no feeling quite like discovering a new song that fits your blorbo to a T. Best I can do to convey it is something like

-"a myth of devotion" - louise glück

Spotify should let me annotate playlists. It's not enough to make a ship/character playlist, I need to explain every single song on there.

let me be beautiful, if only at your feet - an alina gray & karin misono playlist

i. you think i’m someone to be saved, someone to clean up and tame, oh some things never change || ii. stitch by stitch i tear apart, if brokenness is a form of art, i must be a poster child prodigy, thread by thread i come apart, if brokenness is a work of art, surely this must be my masterpiece || iii. you may feel no purpose, nor point for existing, it’s all just conjecture and gloom, there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it, do not waste yourself on this roof || iv. “do not enter” is written on the doorway, why can’t everyone just go away? except you, you can stay || v. just don’t call me indescribable, ‘cause it makes me uncomfortable, i just wanted for you to find your way || vi. she won't leave you lonely, she's gonna make you whole, but how do you know she won't seize control? she ain't worth a goddamn in anyone else's hands || vii. and as the world burns to the ground, oh girl it’s you || viii. makes you wanna do something you can’t take back and be, forever fifteen || ix. i don’t want no lunchbox friends no, i want someone who understands || x. everybody’s looking for love to start a riot, but every time i look in your eyes, the world gets quiet || xi. one word from [them] and i would jump off of this ledge i’m on baby, tell me “don’t” so i can crawl back in || xii. i've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth, take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don’t belong and my beloved, neither do you || xiii. she’s impatient and i’m complacent with just a little taste of wasting time, looking for honey, but she stings like she means it, she’s mean and she’s mine

People who make almost every public Spotify playlist are insane to me. What the fuck do you mean you just slap songs on there that vaguely fit and call it good. What do you mean you don't extensively look up lyrics and hold them up like color swatches. Get help.

- Frank Bidart, The War of Vaslav Nijinsky

society if we could annotate spotify playlists

every time i listen to music im like wow this is insane. have u guys heard about this.

[listens to playlist that i made] wow omg all these song choices are so good and perfect and fitting holy shit

wish spotify gave you a feature to write a discursive essay on every song in a playlist so you can explain why it's there

-but i still wish we had a little more

the carnival arc, a summary by wolfpupy:

tell me we’re not still hollow - a crowley eusford & ferid bathory playlist

i. i never tried to run away or escape, ‘cause i got nowhere else to be anyways  || ii. when i am dead i won’t join their ranks, ‘cause they are both holy and free, and i’m in ohio satanic and chained up, and until the end that’s how it will be || iii. i am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me || iv. the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you || v. at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, and at least i understood then, the hunger i felt, and i didn't have to call it loneliness || vi. oh darling my soul, you know it aches for yours, and you've been filling this hole, since you were born || vii. i get what i want one way or the other, i’ll own your heart and soul my lover || viii. got no reason to live, and i’ve got nothing left to give you but my love || ix. ain’t it warming you, the world going up in flames? || x. i will poison all your happy thoughts, i will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box, and if you're fine with that, you can be mine || xi. that’s me in the corner, that’s me in the spotlight, losing my religion trying to keep up with you || xii. i'm ready to fall, so tired of it all, down deep in a hole, can't do it alone || xiii. i still look at you with eyes that want you, when you move you make my oceans move too, if i hear my name i will run your way || xiv. winding down our emotions, family and friends becoming ghosts to dream of, and pass on, time will erase every face every name || xv. jesus needed a three-day weekend to sort out all his bullshit, figure out the treason

@what-on-earth-is-love​ this is entirely your fault

the real reason they hate each other

a story in two parts