Each moment feels infinite—a sun-kissed tapestry of nature,desire, and camaraderie woven into an unforgettable summer reverie.
This shit sound like what being rich feel like. The problems, the joys, the access, the beautiful women, the lifestyle. This one is for my real rich brothers & sisters. Our taste is acquired.
This one’s for us; the people who charismatically have their way.
The fellas with the DEEPOCKETS.
Indie Blindie isn’t just a playlist. It’s a hug from a stranger in a thrifted cardigan. It’s the last golden ray of sun slipping through cracked blinds in your bedroom as you stare at the ceiling, headphones in, wondering if anyone has ever felt exactly what you’re feeling right now.
This playlist is a patchwork of aching vocals, shoegaze guitar swells, dreamy synths, and lo-fi beats that feel like they’ve lived in your soul long before you hit play. It’s for the ones who romanticize rainy walks, reminisce on a lost or future lover, and find God in the thoughts that ache so good.
Think acoustic confessions whispered into cassette recorders. Think echoing choruses you can’t help but hum on subway rides. Songs that sound like they were recorded in bedrooms, not studios. Every track feels personal — like a letter never sent.
Nostalgia for moments that never happened. The quiet intensity of unspoken love. The sting of a memory wrapped in beauty. It’s the ache of becoming — of figuring yourself out one vulnerable lyric at a time.
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A playlist that borders on escapism and a guide for you to drift into space in the comfort of your imagination. Feel, think , imagine, bask in the different provocation of feelings. Do it all while lost and floating deep in the encompassing, overwhelming and all-knowing Nebula.
