infaernal-archive-blog concept playlists infaernal you’re running down a gleaming hall in a light, frothy ballgown the colour of honey-blossoms, past endless tussore-silk curtains which conceal dusty portraits that have long since lost their shine. you are lost, set adrift in your own enchantment, caught between all that is and all that could have beenyou’re lying on a field of wildflowers with your best friend, the sullen murmur of bees shouldering their way to your ear. popping a strawberry in her mouth, she smiles at you sleepily, her hair curling delicately around her warm sun-drenched eyes, and your heart catches in your throat at the curve of her cherry-stained lips you are in the driver’s seat, speeding down highways, dusky light illuminating the old car. the streets are empty on this shadowy night but every time you turn the wheel excitement surges through your veins and you feel as if you could go on foreverit’s late evening and you’re trembling and trying not to cry because it’s like the whole world is on your shoulders and you’re going to fall with the knowledge that no one is there to catch you. your sister takes your hand with a sigh and tells you gently that it’s alright, things will get better and someday you will find your way homeyou’re sipping pomegranate tea and walking through an art museum, eyes filled with childlike wonder at the paintings hanging off the wall. you feel a weight lift inside you and think maybe true love and happy endings do exist, after all
beautiful-noises concept playlists i beautiful-noises walking back from a lover’s apartment, it’s 1 am, and you don’t know how to say you’re not in love. the sky is purple and you sit down on a bench outside. it’s between autumn and winter, the skies are gray, and the leaves are golden and crimson. the boy you love brushes your hand. you want to lay in his bed and listen to the wind. you’re an expat in paris. you drink coffee at a cafe on the seine and watch beautiful parisian women stroll by. the air is crisp and sweet.
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