Love is a Mixtape
I know, I know, the title of this article is very cliché and on the nose for me, an avid Rob Sheffield enjoyer with a slight crusader undertone, but since the exams are approaching, and I refuse to let this blog rest, I wanted to share some of my recent favourite songs. Thus, I present to you a playlist curated by a melodramatic teen who forgives (and forgets) too easily and is cursed with living a love life that feels too often voyeuristic and performative. We hug now – Sydney Rose Yup, entering the gunfight with an atomic bomb. I think this song was actually written about me, like genuinely. There’s nothing worse than knowing that you’re stuck. On some solitary nights, I feel seventeen. I feel seventeen and dirty, used, and like I’ll never get rid of the memory. On other nights, I think of silly boys or ex-friends, who come back whenever they please, raise my hopes and then leave again. This song came out at the right, or maybe wrong, moment, and I haven’t stopped listening to ...