young witch in training [listen]
an eclectic, vaguely creepy mix for young witches traveling far away from home, wandering through dark forests, battling dangerous monsters, and becoming adults. includes music that ranges from whimsical fantasy-esque scores to songs that make you want to strap on your black boots and kick down doors.
01. rörliga bilder - daniel olsen
02. happy birthday (a death in the family) - clint mansell
03. becomes the color - emily wells
04. devil do - holly golightly & the brokeoffs
05. the melody of the specter’s flute - nishiura tomohito
06. to ursula’s cabin - joe hisaishi
07. lose your soul - dead man’s bones
08. black sheep - gin wigmore
09. my boy builds coffins - florence + the machine
10. stina - daniel olsen
11. iris - nishiura tomohito
12. in our talons - bowerbirds
13. one summer’s day - joe hisaishi
14. 1940 (amplive remix) - the submarines
15. the legendary paradise - nishiura tomohito
16. vaggvisa - daniel olsen
17. compass - shim hyun jung
18. on a clear day - joe hisaishi
19. the heroic weather conditions of the universe, part 1: a veiled mist - alexandre desplat
20. les passants - zaz
THE GREEK CLASS || listen
Julian, at the head of the long table, rises to his feet and lifts his wineglass. “Live forever,” he says. And the rest of us rise too, and clink our glasses across the table, like an army regiment crossing sabres: Henry and Bunny, Charles and Francis, Camilla and I. “Live forever,” we chorus, throwing our glasses back in unison. And always, always, that same toast. Live forever.
i. ashes in the snow, mono // PROLOGUE // ii. ekki múkk, sigur rós
iii. 13 angels standing guard ‘round the side of your bed, silver mt zion // RICHARD // iv. another story, the head and the heart
v. your first light, my eventide, the echelon effect // CAMILLA // vi. heavy in your arms, florence + the machine
vii. eros, ludovico einaudi // CHARLES // viii. sex on fire, kings of leon vs. ludovico einaudi
ix. distilling roses, berliner philharmoniker // FRANCIS // x. love is a losing game, daley
xi. dusk to dawn, emancipator // BUNNY // xii. daniel in the den, bastille
xiii. boy 1904, jónsi & alex // HENRY // xiv. icarus, bastille
xv. reach for the dead, boards of canada // EPILOGUE // xvi. killed the lord, left for the new world, this will destroy you
she’s what you call a bramble rose.
Marie Piovesan in “In Belief and Doubt” by Boe Marion for Stockholm S/S/A/W, Fall/Winter 2014
YA LIT MEME:
Eight OTPs: Celia and Marco from The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (2/8)
“Do you remember all of your audiences?” Marco asks.
"Not all of them," Celia says. "But I remember the people who look at me the way you do."
"What way might that be?"
"As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me."
"I am not afraid of you," Marco says.
there is to me about this place a smell of rot, the smell of rot that ripe fruit makes. nowhere, ever, have the hideous mechanics of birth and copulation and death - those monstrous upheavals of life that the greeks call miasma, defilement - been so brutal or been painted up to look so pretty; have so many people put so much faith in lies and mutability and death death death.
why the fuck does everyone in the purge movies want to kill people if crime was legal i’d find a way to erase my student debt and also probably steal a bunch of new clothes