By Palomita’s guests
For when you’re wearing sparkly socks with an all-black outfit
For your next carrot cake side quest
For cooking dinner like it’s a love language
For when you need to move cities (in a very good coat)
For when the last words of love have already been said
For walking somewhere instead of taking the bus
For when you’ve been inside your head for hours and are having a fantastic time
For waiting far too long for dinner with people you love
For setting the table before everyone else arrives
For disappearing somewhere with a saxophone, a notebook and absolutely no intention of explaining yourself: Más Allá
Made by Palomita with love
For when the conversation is over but unfortunately the feelings are not
Our Halloween playlist, for when you want to be slightly frightening and extremely well dressed
Italian songs for romanticising the kind of sadness that should not be romanticised
For the morning after, when the room still remembers you before you do
For when you are not devastated, exactly; just a little bit more quiet than usual
For smoking cigarettes in the back of the booth at the club with your rockstar boyfriend, metaphorically or otherwise
For when the world starts feeling apocalyptical and all you want is your person beside you
For cold hands, long walks, brown leaves and deciding melancholy is actually seasonal decor
For dressing like someone may invite you into a castle and never let you leave
For when Paris is still half-asleep, your headphones are too loud, and you’re trying to outrun absolutely nothing in particular.
For when one person has somehow become a recurring character in every song, street and completely unrelated thought.
For coffee, cold air, unanswered emails and the dangerous belief that today might finally be the day you get your life together.
For when the city goes quiet, the tabs multiply, and 1:43 a.m. suddenly feels like a perfectly reasonable time to have your best idea.
For the songs I stopped listening to years ago but somehow still know every breath, pause and badly timed entrance by heart.
Monthly playlists, for when I need to remember what my own brain sounded like
September 2026 here
October 2026 here
Palomita’s favourite artistsssss
For when attraction starts feeling like a bad idea you’re still going to follow
For smoking outside the bar and pretending it is still 2003
For being hopelessly romantic in black eyeliner
For when you know they’re bad news and somehow that is part of the appeal.
For when desire feels sacred, theatrical and slightly unreal.
For when you just want to fall.
COME BACK SOON !!!
