10 songs you like that everyone should go listen to right now, GO
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Ship in a Bottle by Fin- itโs five minutes long but it doesnโt even feel like it, best song to imagine stories to. Many emotions :,-)
Dead by They Might be Giants- same peeps who wrote Istanbul (Not Constantinople), theyโre actually from the same album called Flood. Funky songs where the main thing they have in common is awesome lyrics that are heavy metaphors for something.
Summerland by HalfโขAlive- it somehow captured that feeling of the first summer you could go out on your own and be with friends. And if you love dance๏ฟผ choreography ๏ฟผI recommend their music videos like Still feel.
Sunglasses at night (Jean Jacket Mix) from the NOPE movie soundtrack.- listen listen, I heard it in the movie and was overjoyed there was a full version. But it is like the definition of slow reverb edits haha
Cutthroat by S U R V I V E- An electronic song made by the same people who did the stranger things soundtrack. If you love electro I 100% recommend their album RR7349
Glitter by Daisy the Great- found this song while watching Moon Knight and I will forever associate it with that. Amazing song, the artists recently came out with a new album.
Betty Boop with Charlie Puth the remix - Electro swing, itโs just really fun to jam to :-)
Sedona by Nicholas Podany- itโs such a heartfelt song and just GOSH! Like Podnayโs music is so good please go listen and watch his series called Lucids for f r e e on YouTube please
Leena By Caravan Palace- itโs my favorite from the band itโs so ๐๐ถ
The Big Sky by Kate Bush- Itโs from the album hounds of love which Deal with God is also from! Like PLEASE itโs my favorite one the whole album is amazing please listen to the whole album :,-)
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๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ด ๐ค๐น ๐๐ฝ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฝ๐ช๐ป๐ผ, ๐ข๐ธ๐ท... ๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐ธ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ค๐น๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ท๐ฎ, ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท...
๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐ท๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐-๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐ โน๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐
โบ ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐พ๐?
๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐ถ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ป โน๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐โบ ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐, ๐ถ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ป ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐
๐น๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐?
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are โนclawingโบ at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...
The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.
Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of โนinsult-betrayal-contemptโบ. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is priori merciless, แ/แ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a ๐ son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.
๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐๐น ๐ฝ๐๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐
๐... ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐๐น ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ธ๐, '๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐... ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐น ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐น๐๐
๐๐พ๐๐๐น ๐๐ป ๐๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ธ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐... ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐๐น. ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐...
While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is โนcut openโบ too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brimย with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.
I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the โนstrings of abuse/child neglect/liesโบ are finally cut. Tell me to โนcelebrateโบ. Tell me that both ๐inocchio/I are wrong x naive, โนfixโบ me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.
Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.
Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever.
The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me โนfeed onโบ the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been โนrousedโบ again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The lash of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.
๐น๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ถ๐๐ท๐พ๐๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐ป ๐ฆ๐๐ถ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ถ ๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ผ๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐... ๐๐๐น ๐ผ ๐น๐๐๐ท๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐. ๐ฟ๐ช๐ซ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐/๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐น๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐ถ๐๐
๐ถ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐ท๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐ถ๐.
...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to โนmergeโบ with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your โนdehydratedโบ pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and โนunmasksโบ the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. โ
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"i bet you like to read a lot, too."
She'll get a flicker of violet optics, and a faint smile across heavily scarred lip-plates. His data-cables are currently logged into his console- allowing him remote access without being right in front of it. His mask lies in front of him, Ravage already going over it with the micro-tools attached to her nimble claws. She has a bipedal mode, but tends to prefer the quadruped for speed and agility.
And, of course, underestimation- since mechanisms and humans alike are content to think her nothing more than a simple mechanimal.
Soundwave, meanwhile, holds up the book of pre-Golden Age history files he'd managed to scrounge up from his formidable library.
"Soundwave," his actual vocalizer clicks on with a harsh rasp. "Reading texts. History: fascinating. Arcee: agree?"
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