You are living the life of the evil queen

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🎹 Take a moment to unwind with this classical music playlist. This relaxing collection of instrumental pieces will help you calm your busy mind and enjoy the serenity of classical music 💗

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The evil queen always has the better wardrobe than the princess.

[Miss_Violet_]

Evil queens are just princesses that never got saved
-Maleficent

[tinykillx]

She had completed her idea of rampaging the castle and now that it was over, she sat still and alone among the chaos. On the floor with her hair unkempt, dress torn, and make up a mess, she clutched in her hand a beautiful necklace given to her by her late mother... and wept. It was all she had left of her mother and because of her own selfish madness, she had destroyed the only thing she ever loved.

[naythre]

This playlist is amazing and matches a lot with my Estj personality

[Willow-ocpw]

Time; something that she now had of just. plenty. The sand in the giant twenty four hour sand clock never seemed to stop flowing, yet…yet her day never seemed to end. The sand clock that held so many of her precious memories…so many of ‘their memories’. As she sat there crouched in a corner of the room in her damp mustard sweater…or more like ‘the mustard sweater that they shared’, she couldn’t help but realize how massive the manshion was that never seemed so when it was ‘the two of them’.
Now that she was by herself, the mansion echoed regardless of any winds from the seas. It was as though she could hear herself running barefoot through the floors, through the curtains...just laughing; completely happy, something she just isn’t now. She could almost hear his heavenly voice ….her chest tightened. Is this what he meant to do from the start? Sail away together on an isolated but resourced island while showing her perfect vivid dreams and just abandon her? No matter how much she thought it over and over again, she just couldn’t wrap her head around...even as she continued to hug her legs refusing to get up.
There was no leftover strength in her knees. He had taken it all from her, everything that she owned, all of it, regardless of whether she treasured it or not and the astonishing thing is he left her with everything too ...everything that she needed to survive but even then it was missing the most crucial thing for her to live; him.
He was missing even though he had promised he’d be here; right next to her when she woke up daily, doing her hair for her just the way he liked it…loosely tied with the only piece of clothing she ever wore; oversized sweaters. He had sworn in her ear every morning that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen just like he had promised he would the day he had put the platinum band on her ring finger; with no gems or stones... nothing shiny...just the way she liked.
She always told him that he was the only dazzling thing that she’d ever wanted in all her life and he’d always tell her that he was far from so and that she was way more than anything he ever deserved. He had got that giant hourglass as a remainder of the precious time he had and would gladly continue to spend with the ‘love of his life’.
Now, crouching while facing it she could feel it all coming back to her; his long lashes and hollow check bones that she felt could shake up a whole kingdom on their own.
He promised and promised but was this his final plan? To abandon the woman to whom he had become everything to? Since when had he planned this? Just why? She had been fateful, had told absolutely no one when they’d be leaving or where they’d be going to just like he had wanted her to. Things were perfect between the two…some might even say it was ‘too perfect’. Had he approached her with such intentions from the very start? Was it because she never showed any forms of interest in any men before?
Was she just a part of some sort of game that he played? Isn’t this the typical ‘player’ her friends had warned her of? But she just could not wrap her head around it no matter how much she thought it over, he never even so much as glanced at other women and she had confirmed it herself the first time they met; his gaze was always lowered when he helped the female passengers aboard.
He’d never turned up to any of those little ‘double dates’ that she and her friends had planned too, her parents lived abroad and every time she suggested they sail there together...he’d say they’d do it together once he had sorted out their living arrangements for the future….
‘Future’…that word seemed to sting her harder now…even more than her scarlet frozen hand did. She refused to get up from her corner …from that place even now, refused to acknowledge that she has to do something…anything. She absolutely refused to recall that just that morning she had overheard her fiancé whisper to her thinking she was still fast asleep that the iron rods he was surprising her with would be arriving soon. If she had thought of that as nothing the single ship boarding pass on the candle holder had come off as a massive shock.
A blast of wind had her shivering…harder than before. She still refused to get up and shut the balcony door. The wind chimes continued to make their noise…as if someone’s world hadn’t fallen apart today, as if someone hadn’t lost their ‘soul mate’ today...just a few hours ago in fact. At that she looked up at the see through ceiling and only noted the moonlit sky. How special the night would have been if she wasn’t on her own, how he had rocked her from the sun and the wind every time so she could sleep better.
The man who made her feel so vulnerable and protected, wouldn’t let her do anything by herself, wouldn’t let her carry any weight, reminding her he was the one who had promised to take care of her for the rest of their lives, only to succumb at death...her hand shook more violently and she clutched her injured hand with her better one and brought it close to her chest. Her metal band still felt warm from being in his hold just last night and she swallowed a sob and still did not get up. She looked towards the dining table where the breakfast lay cold and untouched. She had made it herself; she had cooked and he had cut the fruits just this morning.
Another cold blast of wind and something dropped in front of her…a ticket...the boarding pass from this morning. She picked it up with trembling hands...and looked at the candle holder where it’d fallen from. She got herself to stand up somehow. The plain glass next to it showed her a mess...why had he told her she was beautiful every morning she’d never know. Her hair was too loose…her once mustard sweater was now semi scarlet-semi mustard, in knots and wrinkles from the scarlet liquid that had hardened. A short girl with dark, puffy eyes looked back at her. She looked drained. Something caught her eye…right close to mirror was the giant hourglass…but the thing at its bottom had her attention…a paper. She picked it up and it was her was another boarding pass, this time with her name on it. She stopped breathing for a moment. As she turned it, there were words that read ‘ My love, I’ve been putting off meeting your parents for too long haven’t I ? It must have upset you. I just wanted to make sure I had the right to ask for their approval. It’s taken a while for sure, and you have truly been patient. I realize you just acquired your sailing license. I want you be my captain this time.
But I have a mini surprise before that. You know how you always wanted to try snorkeling in the deep ocean? Yeah, how about you look beneath the balcony this time?” She rushed to the balcony and looked down. True to his word there was an iron cage the perfect size to fit a human bound to chains next to the bank.
She looked behind her...on floor where she’d been crouched all this time. She rushed there, to the body lying lifeless whose side she had been unable to leave even after having thought that he had betrayed her. She now shook him violently with just the smallest glimmer of false hope; that maybe...just maybe he’d wake up and embrace her trembling self. She began to put the pieces all together; he was bringing the cutlery back into the cooking space and she got agitated from seeing the blade; she began to put all the pieces together now looking at those glassy amber eyes that’d never look at her again. Her fingers shook as they gently caressed his curly dark hair…she had never thought she’d have to witness it all lose life right before her eyes…right by her own hands. His pure soul was lost to the unknown for good.
Even in his last moments he had struggled to protect her, worrying she had had decided to do the unthinkable, never knowing it would end in his life. Cold, hard and completely worn out now...she plopped down and looked at the butter knife stuck to his abdomen. She recalled grabbing the blade as he had brought it close to her from the back and as she struggled to get it out of his hand, he had refused to give it to her and in the process she ended up embedding it in his chest. He lay still and lifeless, eyes wide open as if shocked at what ‘his fiancé’ had done and probably wondering why too. Weeping, she leaned on his now hardened shoulder to inhale the scent for one last time and for the one last night, wishing to find solace in those loving arms even as they turned colder by the minute.(END)

[laurapaik]

Could you please provide the list of songs and composers/artists? I love this and would be so happy to know what exactly I've been loving so much!!

[araxchahnsung]

Oh my goood the first song is remembering me of Wednesday ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[naythre]

Do you have the name list of the songs?

[nirewang]

Can we do a playlist where we can sway along to. Something we can listen to on a Friday evening as the sun is going down, with a glass of whisky at hand.