WILTT Vol. 6: Me

What songs best describe you?

WILTT has been horribly taken care of (I’m sorry bb) so I’m going to start over by introducing me. The whole idea of this entry is inspired by Mila Victoria’s Intuition video.

I know that most people my age think that as 20-somethings, it’s okay to tell people “you don’t know yourself.” Nothing against that. Had I not seen Mila’s channel, I would be saying the same thing. But I say no more to all of that. It’s my personal choice to have what seems like a blurry picture of who I am than tell other people (and worse, myself) I have no frakking idea.

This mix is a representation of who I think I am (as a person) and not what I know myself to be. I guess having an idea of who I am is better than not knowing myself at all. I’m going to do what I want now and not hold back because people might not like me. SUP, LIFE. THIS IS HASHTAG SWAG.

  1. The National, Karen
  2. Band of Horses, No One’s Gonna Love You
  3. Angels and Airwaves, Lifeline
  4. Archie Star, Always Love You Never Leave You
  5. The Bird and The Bee, I’m Into Something Good
  6. Bon Iver, Holocene
  7. Taylor Swift, Holy Ground
  8. Stars, Set Yourself On Fire
  9. Snow Patrol, This Isn’t Everything You Are
  10. Megan Hilty, Crazy Dreams
  11. The Shins, New Slang
  12. She & Him, This Is Not A Test
  13. Say Anything, Do Better
  14. Robyn, Indestructible
  15. Passion Pit, Dreams
  16. Paramore, When It Rains
  17. Mumford & Sons, Awake My Soul
  18. MGMT, Electric Feel
  19. The Lumineers, Classy Girls
  20. Death Cab For Cutie, Someday You Will Be Loved

Your turn, reader. What songs best describe you?


Now I sit on a chair uncomfortably. My room is unlit except for my laptop’s glowing monitor and I can’t help but notice the hue of the sky; with every turn of the earth, it changes. I sat in silence hoping this would make me feel something, praying this would be an answer.

Please, please, please.

Without looking up directly at the horizon, I felt that slightly embarrassing moment before you realize something. Of course, it wasn’t the universe’s response to my cry. If anything, it was just the sun bidding goodbye to the people who seem too preoccupied to care.

But it was beautiful, the sun’s goodbye. I’ve seen the sun set countless times yet I never felt this odd, almost panicking, reaction to dusk. “I must not miss the blues and reds,” says the voice inside my head. In that moment, there was an infinitesimal enticement to the gradual absence of color. On how in the beginning the sky looked like a blushing girl experiencing true love’s kiss for the first time, with orange and red and pink painted on her cheeks. And it lasted throughout her way home. She walked reliving five seconds of her life she’ll be keeping forever. Rewinding a second before it ends, that moment when locked lips untangle and you’re left with the taste of his mouth lingering still on yours. Like a part of him will be swallowed when you do and it will make its way to your heart through the tiny vessels keeping you alive. You feel him, this person who changed you, who woke your raging hormones from their deep slumber, rushing through your veins with every pump your heart makes. There is comfort in that moment and that is enough.

It is now dark and I still have no answers.