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toursuits:

here is every playlist i’ve ever made about being gay

ten hours of songs by women who love women for women who love women

the manic pixie dream girl trope but i’ve subverted it and it’s for lesbians now sorry straight boys

harold, they’re lesbians (swing for gay ladies) 

the soundtrack to the lesbian romcom we haven’t got but should keep rallying for 

the twentygayteen masterlist (every gay song released this year) 

indie pop but it’s like…vaguely gay and makes me think about cute girls 

very gay music from the 70s and 80s 

modern pop songs every self respecting gay should know 

the soundtrack to that lesbian indie movie we haven’t got but should keep rallying for (r u noticing a trend) 

this is all music by women it’s not especially gay but i am so like every playlist i make is gay if i decide i want it to be 

concept playlists bc I love this idea

gothicwhoreoine:

gothicwhoreoine:

you’re a space pirate captain but it’s also the 80′s and you’re wearing glam rock trousers and a billowing shirt. Some freaky aliens just boarded your ship but it’s okay because they’re here to party

You’re in a post apocalyptic version of the wild west. You stumble across a dusty townscape and into a saloon bar. You are a black hatted, spurs wearing, gun toting assassin. The chatter goes silent as you darken the doorstep. You sling your electric laser pistol across the bar and demand a whiskey

You study English lit or history at Oxford University. You wear tweed and waistcoats and it’s inexplicably always autumn. Everyone thinks you’re really pretentious but really you’re just trying to get over the death of your best friend who drowned in the river and who you had feelings for but never got to tell them

You are an ageless vampire or maybe a ghost and you spend your days wafting around your castle. You fling yourself down on a red velvet day bed in despair. You’re sad and drinking wine in the dark and you want to wallow for a while to miserable tunes while reading poetry and thinking about your dead lover 

It’s 3am and it’s raining and maybe you’re in a car or at a fast food restaurant but nothing seems quite solid. You think perhaps the lady you just spoke to was your guardian angel but maybe she wasn’t even real and maybe you aren’t either

New additions:

You’re a witch who lives in a little hovel in a bog, you make your charms and potions all day and seal them up in jars. The fair folk know who you are but you don’t bother them and they don’t bother you. Occasionally you offer help to a girl who comes to you in need. Sometimes help means a man gets lost in the woods and never comes out again.

It’s summer, you’re bored. You’re young. You have a mouth full of adventure and a heart full of electric want. You need fast fun and silly stunts. Something is going to break this summer, maybe your heart, maybe the weather – the clouds are already on the horizon – but you don’t care because it’s so much fun.