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🖼️Art is by Arnold Böcklin 🧑‍🎨

🎨 “Self-Portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle”

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0:00 death in inertia

2:55 where i am

5:03 stellar (slowed)

6:43 3 am walk

9:20 ominous

10:35 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 || 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙙

12:35 Silence , I'm Dying.

14:30 TV noise

16:30 blue_pool

20:53 blue vision

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[micahclark]

Music like this sounds like walking around memories of the past in my head, realizing nothing and no one is left. Harder still to watch my hometown swept away in a hurricane. Perhaps memories are all that's left. It's still nice to visit home even empty, frozen in time in my minds eye.

[Goldarmor]

"Death at my back,
singing his accursed melody,
forever reminding me,
time is ticking."

[modanny]

As a professional music listener I can confirm that this is a good playlist

[Darkest_Hour]

the compassion and the heartfelt wave of emotion these emit is unbelievably beautiful, I cant describe how much I needed this, what crystal melodies these are. may this be blessed and may all who see this be blessed.

[Vanzhere]

This might be my favourite playlist yet

[Menezesbrz]

"In the quiet vastness of solitude, I am like a forgotten star in the deep sky, shining without witness, suspended between emptiness and eternity, silently bearing the weight of its own light."

[nitukumari-tzno]

I have no words for what I am feeling.I am happy but at the same time I am as sad as anyone can be.I feel nothing.Or maybe I am feeling too many things

[YungEter]

Great mix, already addict to the vibes, i feel in peace here

[pon-obcw]

Привет мои иностранные братья(и не только иностранцы), почитав комментарии можно понять то что все мы действительно одинаковы.У нас у всех есть проблемы разных масштабов но есть вещи которые нас объединяет это воспоминания, грусть, сожаления о том что уже не изменить, веселье, счастье, детство, любовь и смерть.
Всем удачи 🇷🇺👋

[kanthony]

music like this, i don’t know how to explain, but it’s perfect

[steampunksilver]

After a long period of time in my life, I was isolated and far from relationships, despite their presence and availability around me everywhere, but I was always trying to preserve myself, and this was because I did not want anything. I only wanted a girl who looked like me and resembled the way my family raised me, and after I finished middle school and high school and arrived at university. Finally, I found her to be a respectable girl, who is similar to me in many things, the same upbringing, the same childhood stage, the same middle class, and her family is similar to my family, and she loves what I love, and she also plays video games like me even the same family problems that we go through are the same, but unfortunately not everything we like or want we can have in this life. In the end, after I confessed my crush on her, she refused and it seemed that she did not feel the same feelings and said that we are just friends. This was like a big break that happened in my heart. There is nothing I can do but accept the truth of the matter. I do not know how to explain what is inside me, but I feel that everything has become black and I have become isolated again from the world.

Although I tried to be apart for a long period of time, which was 4 months, but it seems that there is no change that has happened to me, I still love her and miss her very much, and currently we are still friends, and yesterday she and I returned from university after a long day talking and laughing, and it seemed that there was nothing going on. But in reality, I am very sad inside, and it seems that my confession and my feelings have been buried. When we sit together and I look at her, I look at her beauty, her personality, her laugh, and her eyes. All of this will be received by someone else. I am even sadder.

There's nothing I can do but watch from afar or tell her I have to leave.

[Rookytolife]

You not the same tilekid gives exactly the vibe it wants

[purpleer]

You didn't find this, it found you

[Lio_]

I just stared at this until the end, that was peaceful

[Mzsp-ln]

here I am, back yet again doing pushups in my room at 4:40 am. Addiction is real.

[normalguy]

In the silent dusk where shadows creep,
A figure stirs from ancient sleep,
Bones of white, and hollow eyes,
A skeleton beneath the skies.
His steps are light, his voice is low,
A whispered wind where cold winds blow.

Beside a man, he stops to speak,
His presence makes the bravest weak.
In brittle tones, like autumn’s breath,
He whispers words, the taste of death:

"Tonight, a thousand men shall fall,
Their voices lost, their shadows small.
I’ll claim their souls, each one in turn,
And in my grasp, their fires will burn.

But there’s one more I’ll take as well,
A creature small, where forests dwell.
A single monkey, nothing more,
Will join the men, behind death’s door."

The man, his face now drained of light,
Trembled before this ghastly sight.
"Why the monkey?" he dared to ask,
His voice a fragile, fearful task.
"Why slay the beast with such a hand,
When you could let it live and stand?"

The skeleton, with hollow grin,
Let out a soundless laugh within.
His sockets dark, his bony jaw,
Spread wide with eerie ancient awe.

"You ask me why? Oh, mortal fool,
The world is governed by strange rule.
I’ll kill a thousand men tonight,
And no one cares, not one in sight.
They’ll fall like leaves in winter’s gust,
Their names forgotten in the dust.

But slay one monkey—watch and see,
The grief, the wails, the sympathy.
For men are numbers, cold and lost,
Their worth a coin that no one costs.

But speak of creatures small and frail,
And suddenly, hearts bend and wail.
The thousand men mean less than air,
But the monkey’s death, the world will care."

The man stood still, his heart a stone,
Left to this truth, chilling and lone.
A thousand souls to be erased,
Yet not a tear for lives displaced.

But for the creature, small and meek,
The world would tremble, faint, and weep.
He turned away, his hands were cold,
His spirit weary, growing old.

The skeleton, with quiet grace,
Turned his bones from that haunted place.
His work was set, his task was clear,
To take what’s lost, and instill fear.

And so he moved, beyond the night,
A thousand souls left in his flight,
Yet one small monkey in his path,
Would stir the world to silent wrath.

For death, in all its cruel design,
Knows what we treasure, what’s divine.
Not the men who stand and fall,
But the smallest life we cherish most of all.

[Rookytolife]

Second song is so calming like rain somewhere im not

[muisteeler]

I know the past can happen in moments like these. But just so you know the past is in the past and you have to move on or else you'll just be stuck in your past, and it keeps you on wondering what kept you up late at night which you already know, "it's your past", so keep moving on forward, for Jesus has a better plan for us in the future.

[eragonbromsson]

Droga minhas costas arrepiaram com esse começo

[RipVanWinkle-fgld]

The way the skeleton was next to him just made me feel like he's saying something "Hey Jared, when are we going home, the girls are trying to talk to me."