Shrike by hozier and autumn rain by Rachel something blah blahahsab (idk her last name) should be on here but I CANT FIND THEM 😭💔💔 Otherwise yeah 😋 also i cant change the playlist cover picture

Get better music taste besides lil peep 👿

Bipolar

YKWIM?

Twilight

Duvet

Good Looking

How To Catch A Falling Knife

When She Smiles

Unknown (Angel to Me) by Hozier

Glue Song

work song • hozier

Good God!

Nothing's New

the way things go

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

My Love Mine All Mine

My Kind of Woman

i be munchin on da nuts shout out ice spice

Here Comes The Cowboy

Heart To Heart

Offering

Gilded Lily

Atlanta Millionaires Club

Kingston

minor

I miss you, I’m sorry

She by dodie Clark, slowed and reverbed to perfection AND it's raining.

She- dodie (slowed and reverbed) but it's raining outside

✨🌷🪻 Stop breathing you cow 💋🌲✨

Sometimes, Mitski feels life would be easier without hope, or a soul, or love. But when she closes her eyes and thinks about what’s truly hers, what can’t be repossessed or demolished, she sees love. “The best thing I ever did in my life was to love people,” she says. “I wish I could leave behind all the love I have after I die, so I can shine all this goodness, all this good love that I’ve created onto other people.” She hopes her newest album, The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We, will shine love long after she’s gone. That’s precisely how it feels: like a love that’s haunting the land.

“This is my most American album,” she says. The music feels like a profound act of witnessing this country, in all of its private sorrows and painful contradictions. Sonically Mitski’s most epic and wise album, the songs introduce wounds and then actively heal them. Here, love is time-traveling to bless our tender days, like light from a distant star.

It's full of the ache of the grown-up, seemingly mundane heartbreaks and joys that are often unsung but feel enormous. It’s a tiny epic. From the bottom of a glass, to a driveway slushy with memory and snow, to a freight train barreling through the Midwest, and all the way to the moon, it feels like everything and everyone is crying out in pain, arching towards love. Love is that inhospitable land, beckoning and then rejecting us. To love this place, this earth, this America, this body takes work. It might be impossible. The best things are.

My Love Mine All Mine

Mitski

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