a playlist for a moody autumn (dark academia)
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 21 ก.ย. 2024
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00:00 porz goret (yann tiersen)
04:32 reminiscence (johannes bornlof)
07:04 suite no. 1: iv. menuet (handel)
11:15 etude op. 2, no. 1 (scriabin)
14:19 gymnopédie no. 2 (satie)
17:02 vivaldi variation (florian christl)
18:57 bitter milk (ibi)
25:36 streams (johannes bornlof)
27:51 lieder ohne worte, op. 102 no. 4, un poco agitato (mendelssohn)
30:11 dismantle (peter sandberg)
32:07 the art teacher (franz gordon)
35:43 gnossienne no. 3 (satie)
39:10 nocturne op. 27 no. 2 (chopin)
46:26 october: autumn song (tchaikovsky)
52:24 the french library (franz gordon)
55:25 waltz for the wicked (eneide)
57:21 pavane for a dead princess - piano version (ravel)
so glad this is up again! thank you!!!
Thank you again!
im soooo grateful that this has been uploaded again 💖
hey! i love your channel and your playlists. i wanted to start my own, and i did, but within minutes of uploading my firts playlist it got removed. how do i make sure it doesn't get removed? and how do i add the 'music in this video' thing?
Thank you 🙏, this music is beautiful. I don’t know who you are, but I know you’re beautiful just like this music.
“You return like Autumn,
and I fall every time”
omg that's so pretty i love that!
beautiful - where is it from?
You'll survive this just like you survived every other hardship that's been placed before you.
this ❤️
I do not wish to merely survive. I want to thrive.
@@HeWhoOlives Sometimes you have to walk through fire to get to your destiny.
That's exactly what I used to tell myself growing up. "You've been through worse, this is nothing."
I too am hoping there'll be light at the end of the tunnel, someday. (:
I will do more than survive it, I will conquer it
I went to music school and this reminds me of a room I found up in a tower of the building our performance hall was in. You had to open an old wood door with a skeleton keyhole on the top floor and go up a circular staircase to get to it. It had old, faded, water-stained greenish-blue paint, the ceiling was easily 20+ feet high, the floorboards creaked, the windows had warped single-paned glass in them. The room was heated by an old radiator, there was a movable wooden staircase that went up to one of the windows, and it was lit by a single bare lightbulb hanging by a wire from the ceiling. In the center of the room was the dusty console of a pipe organ, and the pipes sprung up the back wall. The room feels like nobody has set foot in it in decades.
I brought my cello up there once at night and played Bach; the music played itself, I've never played so effortlessly. It was like a cellist much older than me was guiding my hands around the fingerboard. A student was murdered in the other tower in the 1960s, and there are rumors that she haunts the hall, playing an unseen organ at night and locking doors behind people. Realistically it's probably organ students coming up to the tower to practice, but there's some kind of magic in that room. I hope that the organ really is playing itself.
I was in a whirlwind of a love affair then. They played the violin, and for the short time that that door was accidentally unlocked, we would sneak up there between rehearsals and play music. I would sit on the stairs under the window while they leaned against the organ and the Bach G minor violin sonata bounced off the walls and ceiling. Sometimes I would take out my cello and play the Bach suites... something about that room required music as confectionary as Bach's works for solo strings.
That room ran a fine line between being unnerving and being welcoming. It was like it was possessed by a wild spirit of music who was madly in love with the magic of playing purely for oneself, mocking the beauty of the hall below and its 2,040 seats waiting for a critical audience to inhabit them. I've never played as well as I did in that room, my hands guided by that spirit, my sound echoed and amplified by the cavernous ceiling... my eyes locked with my love's. I was too much for them in the end: too unstable, too melancholy, too prone to believing the worst about myself. I still love them deeply, even though they're a different person than they were then. I'm a different person too. I hope they still love me.
Every part of this story is true, by the way. Let me know if you know where I went to music school and I'll give you directions to the room.
Edit: This comment has gotten a lot of attention. If anyone would like to see photos of the room, you can follow me on instagram at turbosquirrell. It'll be at or near the top, I don't post much.
Woah this..comment is really beautiful..i hope you’re doing good now!
I love this little text I always think of these kinds of things cool
If you could I would love to here more stories about this music school
Besides being a musician you are a writer, I love all the atmosphere that you created in my head with your words, I´d love to be there ♥
this was written so beautifully oh my goodness :O
So, when do we get to read the book?
I love how many writers are in here just being completely inspired
“Sometimes the hardest part of life is when someone you’ve made memories with becomes a memory”
i agree 😢
"It's hard to forget the ones who gave you so much to remember." - life
You will too someday become a memory life is nothing but a dream everything dissipates in the end.
Today I can relate to it because today a very loved senior of mine died hope he finds peace
Imagine dancing with your comfort character in an empty library filled with books and mystery as it rains outside
I am really bad at dancing, can i instead sit down with ...mm i'm thinking spencer reid for this, to drink pumpkin spiced hot chocolate while he reads a spooky book aloud?
I would love to dance with raskolnikov.
my question is... how can _nobody_ make _something_ so _wonderful_ ?
Im someone who NEEDS background music when I read, and not only do I need background music, but it also has to "fit the mood" of what ever book, or story im reading, and just today, I picked up "Vicious" by V.E Schwab, and this music "Fit the mood" of this book perfectly 👏
This playlist fits that book PERFECTLY!!!
I use this playlist only for my darker shade of magic fics. wild coincedence
@@maygraves Idk why im just seeing this now, but happy to hear its a perfect fit for you too 👌
@@melcowan6896 Nice !
I do that when i write fanfics or short original stories XD
Pov: you live in a hot climate and these atmospheric playlists and an AC unit are your biggest allies in your efforts to create an autumnal mood 🥲
*cries in brazilian*
cries in Floridian
cries in middle eastern
Cries in Georgian
*Smiles in swedish*
listening to this whilst studying the russian revolution... the atmosphere is perfect. i feel like a secret service worker wearing tweed working at a country house in an undisclosed location, running back and forth between offices in the rain with a pile of books under my arm and covering my head from the downpour with a black folder, trying to understand treaties and troop movements in time to report to my supervising officer by the end of the day.
Wonderful
this made me smile.
Yes.
Actually learning the French Revolution I’ve never been that interested in homework’s 😂
Yay
Every note was another tangled mess of woe
To which I played in a room of deaf souls
Each song was desolate alone, but discordant with company
So I orchestrated alone for years many
Lost in a hazy sea of internal war,
I had begun to compose my encore
Until the day another song played alongside me
And the notes mingled together in blissful harmony
As your song entwined with my melody,
The beauty of your existence enraptured me
And the sound of our song chilled me to the bone
For I’d never felt so at home
did you write this? i can't find it online.
@@plateoffrogs4709 Yep, I did
Woah this is beautiful! Is there anywhere I can read more of your poetry?
@@a.m_blueberries Thank you :> I don’t have my poems posted online, but I do hope to publish my writing someday
@@thejadedcommenter7371 haha do let me know if you do!
Here's a small thing I wrote! I haven't really been writing recently but pretty happy with how this turned out. I might make it longer
You slowly brush your hair out of your eyes, droplets of rain falling down from the sky like tears.
You smile sadly and look towards that one tree shaped almost like a seat, the tree where they promised, promised to love you....although that didn't last very long
Wow, that's really good! Now I'm intrigued to here more lol nice job :)
@@happylandfill23 awh thank you
[ Dead Poet Society - You were my Carpe Diem ]
You were my Carpe Diem,
and now that you're gone, I see the snow falling through the window
and I can't help but think of all the beautiful things we are missing,
even though we are witnessing one of the most beautiful spectacles of our lives.
Alone in this world,
I wait for you in this dark and small room,
waiting to hear your laughter and see your smile,
to inhale the scent of your old clothes
and all that makes you, you.
Through the window,
I can see the brightest colors and the darkest colors,
I can see all that we could once be, together,
because my dear friend, my love, we were everything.
But you, especially you,
you were the most complete poetry,
the words, oh, every single one of them.
you were the oxygen between each verse
and the whole class listening to that piece of paper
dirty and yellow
as if it were gold, genuine gold.
Every poem that came out of those sheets
seemed to steal your breath
and you looked at me without even blinking, without saying anything.
You gave the feeling that I was your favorite star
when I was a simple boy,
a novice poet hiding among his letters.
skinny and anxious to show himself to the world
but you, dear Welton boy,
noticed me among all the others.
Through my window,
the snow falls like rain
as hard and as clear...
as that time, the worst day of my life.
Welton boy,
my little boy,
love of life,
why did you do it?
Why did you go to a place where my feet can't reach and my arms can't feel yours?
I can never forgive you,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry that you had to live this life.
I loved you, I loved you like a child,
like a crazy man in search of his destiny.
Neil Perry,
we could be everything we ever wanted to be
and come to hold hands in the summer breeze,
but now you're just a memory in my mind
of which I write words and poems
with the vague idea that when my time comes
I can meet you, give you the hug that we never gave
and those kisses that never took place.
You were my Carpe Diem,
my sincerest promise,
and now that you're gone
I see the snow falling through my window
with the air caught in my throat, saying nothing,
thinking about how much I miss you.
PD: Listening to this playlist reminded me of the poem I wrote days after I finished watching the movie. Thanks for bringing us this playlist! ♥
This is amazing. Thank u for sharing your art
First my soul talking and this touched me, a jentle punch in the face and if I'm being honest this belongs in an old book about the forgotten love not only here I feel like this fly through the air. Congratulations you made my heart beat again
@@thewhitecrow2510 this means everything to me😭💗 thank u so much!!
@@chelseyhills3395 thank u so much 😭💗
Listening to this beautiful playlist whilst studying Khrushchev's time in power. It is getting dark and the rain outside is torrential . My desk lamp is casting a warm sepia hue over my notes and the rich scent of coffee lingers in the air as tendrils of steam curl towards the ceiling from my mug. Sometimes studying can be beautiful.
I want to date all the people in the comments. You’re all just so into my vibe , love it
"i want to cry from the beauty around me, not from the lack of it in my heart."
Where is this from?
@@kyraoverdeheem4458 i don't think it's from anywhere i just thought of it but if it is from somewhere please tell me. :)
Listening to this whilst reading Kafka's "The Metamorphosis" is something else.
someone else when listening this playlist it feels nostalgic and wants to cry?
thats currently what im doing
Yes.
Everyone is doing some aesthetic stuff while listening to this, meanwhile I use it to get in the mood for killing off my sims
when your aesthetic is dark academia mixed with princesscore 🍂✨
I study all day and have been doing so for the last couple years. I'm graduating in a little over a year and I know when I look back on my college days I will think of your channel and your amazing playlists that helped me so much
Congrats 🎶🎶🤘👏💐🌼😉🐓🕊️🌹
I'm working on plans for a garden in Minecraft that I'm going to build for my girlfriend. Most of the builds in the world that it's going to be in are very Medieval/Nordic, and made with raids in mind. This garden is going to be a peacefull, hidden place, where everything is designed to be beautiful for beauty's sake, while still sticking somewhat to the Nordic aesthetic. This video helps me get into a peaceful mindset for designing it.
this helps the emptiness in me to stop screaming for a few minutes .
POV: You’re a pianist that’s growing depressed. The love of your life had just passed away due to a sickness she couldn’t be treated for in time. She was one of the only few people who genuinely appreciated your work.
So day after day, you sit through hours of playing music for a person who no longer exists. You hoped the painful notes echoed through time until it reached your lovers resting soul.
It got to the point where you didn’t pay attention to your pianos tuning. So the tune grew worse and more dysfunctional as time went on and the weather grew more cold.
Your newest composition was a eulogy in the making. But what you didn’t realize back then was this piece would also become a suicide note, your last message to the world full of heartbreak and lost hope.
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Edit 10/13/21: Hey there! Hope you enjoyed this little piece I just wrote. I know it’s a bit sad so I’m sending you virtual hugs and wanted to thank you for reading it ♥️♥️ My writing Insta is within my channel description if you’re interested.
@@childoftheLamb Can you stop deleting my comment
@@paulatreides6139 I’m sorry to hear that. Deleted comments can be frustrating. What were you trying to say? You can always reach out to me through my Insta if you need to
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I don't understand.You're using this channel,to post your ( sad) stories ? It's not the nicest way to promote yourself ! Try some common sense ways of promoting ...
@@mihaelanegritu1709 Hi Mihaela! I’m glad you wrote this comment and expressed your concern. Have you watched the movie Inside Out? It sends out a very important message to kids and adults too. That message is: sadness is an important emotion we can’t ignore.
Sadness is a very strong feeling which is why I find myself writing about it often and why many people can relate to what I have to say. But if you visit my writing account, you can see that not everything I post is sad.
And if you felt sad or disturbed by the story I’ve written here, before apologizing I’d like to ask if there’s a way you can change that feeling from sadness to gratefulness. You see, with my stories, I encourage people to understand what others in life may have gone through and either relate to them or feel grateful they’re not going through the same thing.
I hope you’ve understood some part of my writing intentions now and I also hope you have a lovely day 😊💛
EVERY TIME! I tell myself I am not going to go into the comments and read the beautiful stories or the heartbreaking quotes and I just break my own heart all over again from a comment from 1902 ;( p.s. will probably do again
I've fallen in love with this from first few notes. Definitely saving this to my favs. Thank you! ❤
Me too!
The 1st song gave me chills. I didn't know I needed this Playlist til it found me. Thank you.
~I went out of my house for the first time in months,it was autumn,the leaves falling and the sound of its crunching ,giving me peace. I went to a park,"i haven't done this in a while" ,i thought to myself. Some kids were playing hide and seek,nostalgia washed over me,it must feel so good,being free without any worries any pain,anything that weights down on your soul,leaving u breathless. I looked around me,it felt goo,it was always good,i loved autumn. I focused on a small dog playing around,i never had a dog,i wish my mom would've had let me have one when i was a kid. The small fluffy dog looked at me with curiousity,his big round eyes melting my heart and making my soul warm. I smiled at the small dog,he barked at me,like a form of saying hello. "Hey little man!" I said to him,he started waving his tail around exited to play with me.
I had played with that little puppy for a while,and even for that much little time i had with him,i felt my mind slipping in a wave of euphoria. I made a wish at the falling rain that had started,i had wished that i never lose the memory of this feeling. As i looked at the sparkly raindrops that were falling from the gloomy sky i thought to myself, "finally it feels like i am living again".
I had taken the long road to home that day,even with the rain soaking me to the bone,i didn't mind,in fact i embraced that cold but warm feeling in my chest and saved it into the deep dark rooms of my heart.~
listening to this while studying for finals like I'm a dark academia stem student in a castle while its raining
Coming a little bit later than often but can't resist the strong smell of rain and beauty coming from this playlist. Keep it up
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall." --F. Scott Fitzgerald
No playlist of this kind ever made me feel like this one does. It´s magnificent.
this playlist is a godsend. it's so atmospheric, soothing, cozy.
Thank you for making a moody playlist that doesn't play the same 3 songs that another playlist has curated. Thank you for standing out 🍁🍂🧡
I greatly appreciate that you have a background of ambient sounds to this play list, keeps silence from interrupting things entirely.
I love all those classics, they help me both to study and to relax to read, not to mention that the images are beautiful.
I listen to this while writing. Same video every time. Works like a dream to keep the creative juices flowing.
Try and try to be yourself and don't let anyone ruin you. What's lost will be found, and a process will start anytime. Life here on earth is short, people die and people live. To be yourself, fix yourself while u still can. Leave things in the past, learn from it, keep yourself safe at all times. Even if you're experiencing something or not, try to enjoy life with peace no need to tell others everything about you. God bless always!
Keep shining, sister!
I continually come back to this playlist, it's definitely one of my favorites that I've heard
I wanna fall asleep in a dream world and never wake up, with this vibe of music playing all the time.
its better than staying in this hell hole.
Descended leaves of spring
Watch , my love the -
Sorrow of them leaving
Start anew , like yesteryear
The brown forest floor
Crunching lives
The serenade of Autumn 🍂...
I love ur pfp and username lmao
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@@MarcoJ88 5 ?
the rain is pouring and all i see outside is grey, this playlist is perfect for this weather while i prepare for my french litterature test tomorrow
Idk what you put into this playlist but I have been putting it on every day for the last two weeks and I have never been more productive working on things that I Do Not Want To Do. bless
I wasn't sad at all but just started crying right after it plays😫
I love this, so peaceful for doing classwork in the middle of the night,
FINALLY someone put october song on one of these! People have been sleeping on that song for dark academia!
Exactly what I needed for my dramatic slumber
Moody Autumn... It's October 17th and I'm staring out the window at the hail that's falling. Yesterday it was warm enough to go without a jacket. O well, life in Northern Indiana isn't as bad as Maine...
this music makes so focus on my business...i didn't realize the time until it ends
I love listening to this while doing dishes or housework. Its so calming and relaxing and makes cleaning enjoyable for some reason. I put some fall wax melts in the warmer today and put a fall bouquet of flowers out. I love the vibes this playlist adds.
There's a certain kind of warmth special to the videos you make and the comment section in each one. It's quite unique to this place, I think
The leaves trailed in a spiral of nothingness. I stared out the window, desolate and alone. The branches of barren, crooked, and cold trees shook, clinging on for desperate life. So thin and fragile, the wind threatening to snap them. I took a deep breath and I could almost smell the crisp and cruel autumn air. Yes, it was lonely out there, but in the lonesome forest there was comfort and peace in the bleakness life had to offer.
I know you've removed many videos and that's understood as an artist as well as the necessity of being a TH-camr in this decade. Though from what I remember and looking at your catalogue this month that is still public & available, I believe that this is the first video I discovered from you. Meaning today marking one year since I've known of you. I didn't find you significant with first glance nor did I know you even composed music as I didn't see any that you released back then.
I can't remember all the videos and I know a few after this that stood out are gone now. I know a continuation of this one "a playlist for a melancholic winter (dark academia)", "a playlist for traveling in empty places", and especially "playlist for exploring altered realities" as being the first few that completely stood out to me and I appreciate those. "You're in an empty place for 10hrs" was a special ambient find for me & "you're single but in a peaceful mood (playlist)" taught me some about you, as well as showing me the original sample of one of my favorite lil peep tracks!
Nothing even comes close to comparing to my favorite from you and quite possibly (I really wish I could search a clean way through every video you uploaded.. but alas perhaps) the very first video composed of your own music that I found from you. "recalling memories that never existed"& the extended compilation in July " you're inside the last memories of a dying person (playlist)". The original though and the way it flowed from track to track with the pictures especially has stood out to me and it has changed a lot in the ways I listen to it. From feeling like a faded observer int the spring to crying and meditating to it in the summer and now reflecting and remembering the depth i've heard from it this fall. So far from what I've heard from you, I consider it to you be your magnum opus but I am sure you are capable of still more and look forward to seeing what you release time and time again. Also, it is a playlist that has become less nostalgic as I listen to it (it was almost overwhelmingly so and in a way that felt like I didn't know what i was remembering when I would first listen to it) and more nuanced.
Thank you so much nobody/nowt for you contributions to my what I listen to and to the world. May seem like nothing sometimes but the inspiration you give knowing that even some of your most subtle songs remain with a stranger like me, being played on my BT cassette as I drive around town is unique. Additionally grateful for lists like your backrooms and empty skyrim ones.
Cheers to you and here's to us and your 1 year anniversary I believe of one of many of your subscribers journey alongside you. Keep it up and I recommend to not ever sacrifice your art.
Peace
listening to this while studying art :) it's also fall so it's so aesthetic!!
This is so beautiful - I can’t help but cry…
I'll always read Six of Crows with this playing in the background now
YESSSIR! ❤👌
This is a quality playlist. A stunning collection of musical pieces. I wish I could have a vinyl record of this.
Three songs in and I’m just in love. Each song as touched my heart and I really could live in a world where all these songs exist! Thank you for making this playlist ✨
you already do luv
I'm listening to this and imagining traveling all over the world with my comfort character (and our daughter lol)
This is amazing in October! 🍂
ayyyy this helped me catch up on school stuff I missed out on due to hospital time
This playlist is one of my favorites now
I haven't listened to your music fully ... because halfway I use to fall asleep ...😴 Maybe I should try listening to it during day time... ☺
I'm so glad you re-uploaded! It's such a beautiful playlist that is literally my soul. I was so panicked when it said unavailable the next day! You're a god send!
He looked at a photo frame standing in the cold and rainy autumn weather. He thinks back when the photo was taken...
A WEEK AGO...
That day the picture was taken was just a normal day, the sun was shining so bright through the car window. She danced and laughed between the music. He was driving and looked at her sparkling eyes, filled with light. Eyes you could get enchanted in, those eyes that put you on the best mood ever. She was the reason why he was becoming a better man. After they arrived at their destination she ran to the beach, throwed the sand up in the air and then started to dance like a child.
"Come and join me, she said"
He ran to her, grabbed her by the waist and held her up in the sky. They spent the whole day by the beach, when the moon had arisen up in the sky they went home. He drove her home and went to his.
LATER THAT NIGHT...
Suddenly he got a call in the middle of the night, he thought "who could be disturbing his sleep at 4 am?" That's when he saw the call. Her house had a fire and she was injured badly, he rushed to the hospital. Running and running to find a nurse felt like he was running in circles. Finally he found two nurses, they took him to her, she had bruises and a lot of burn marks all around her tiny body . He grabbed her hand, she took his slowly and whispered:
"I love you."
"I love you too, take it easy", he said tears in his eyes.
Blood started to drip down the cold floor, he soon realized that one of her scars had opened and she had hid it from him.
"Until next time my love," she said with her last words.
PRESENT..
Tears ran down in the rainy and stormy day. He kissed the photo frame from her grave and said;
"Until next time my love"
"Until we meet again..." As he looks up to the sky.
Jesus Christ... is it from a book or you wrote this by yourself?
This is how my heart sounds right now.
bitter milk is such a beautiful peace. thank you for sharing this
I listened to this on repeat during all my exams in december, and I'm doing the same with my exams now. A frigging mood-setting lifesaver
Less well known, but Giya Kancheli's Miniatures would have been a good fit in this compilation
It’s autumn now❤️❤️
Going through a rough time, this helps a lot. Thanks for making these :D
I used this playlist for homeworks and it really helped me to stay focused on what I was doing, really relaxing and beautiful songs. Thank you for that :)
Her music died out, and we stood, gazing into the abyss of everything that exists. I felt small, and at the same time just right. A warm hand slipped into mine.
Elijah Hill, Syria Girl
Thank you so much for the playlist! It has the exact vibe I was looking for to write my movie.
I'm so glad that our relationship with Jesus doesn't depend on our emotions or perceptions - but upon the promises in His Word. He is faithful to fulfill all His good Word!
Thank you for this. Really been needing this reminder, and I found it unexpectedly! Hope you have a beautiful day.
This Playlist has perfect fall vibes and is a great pair to the rain falling and the apple cinnamon wax melts and dragons blood incense burning in the house right now. Thank you.
It's September 1st, so not the autumnal equinox yet, but the season is calling to me, and I must answer in eager anticipation. 🍁❤️
I started my autumn, with music and candle, writing my thoughts on paper. This is the most majestic time in the year 🍂🍁🧡
@@ancirmacaephus2410 , that sounds so lovely, and I hope you enjoy all of it. :) 💕🍂
Everything is going to be fine.This too will pass .Be strong .You'd be alright .
Hey Special Nobody!! I've just found your Channel! I LOVE IT!!! Thanks a lot for sharing your gift. Blessings from 🇲🇽.
This takes my breath away……I am speechless.
I just wanted to say; I really like the entire soul of who you are. :)
I just wanna say that you make the BEST playlists! Thanks for sharing.
Music soothes my soul. Very comfortable.
listening to this while i reorganise my book shelf is so comforting
eu não sei onde você acha essas músicas mas elas são simplesmente espetaculares e relaxantes, de uma delicadeza tocante. Obrigado pelo seu trabalho, você torna minhas seções de estudo menos entediantes.
Time to write a philosophy paper on the structure of the mind in a little over an hour. WIsh me luck!
How did you do?? If you’re still working, best of luck! 😊💛
@@NeziesStories I just finished!!! Thank you for asking
@@nefertitimontoya I hope you did well :D
@@nefertitimontoya so, whats the mind composed of? lol just testing u
A well compiled playlist. Wonderful material for writing letters or poetry. The rain adds to the soothing effect on the mind this mix has already. Well done, Nobody.
Arif watched Khashar. All around her was an endless array of colors, ranging from fading street light yellows to shivering pale pinks. The sliver of a breeze made the bluebell petals quiver under the evening sky, so delicate one swift movement of the hand would bring their existence to a cease. Khashar knew that. At this very instant her hands were unravelling the moist earth, preparing for the flowers' arrival. Like one would arrange a crib, like one would arrange a coffin.
Arif waited a few seconds for Khashar to acknowledge his presence. He knew she felt it, the air was heavy with unsaid words which he could not even conjure in his mind. Up there, in the space where only he existed, his thoughts morphed into a blank slate upon which he - the author - could not write. His very art, which was most natural to him, could not presently be reached. In comparison, the stifling nature of the atmosphere seemed to be written down with ink for everyone to read. Arif let out a long sigh, Khashar did not turn around.
He watched as her fingers worked carefully, methodically, her eyes still as she brought the seeds forth. They were impenetrable, her eyes, a dark dark layer of cement in which the gateway to her soul was always sealed away. It seemed as if her whole being existed for the sole purpose of placing the infant lives into their designated holes, one after the other. Not like a mother would place her baby in its cradle, but as a chemist would prepare its laboratory. Khashar covered the seed with the same delicacy she would have summoned if their makeup was of glass. Arif watched her as she relinquished her past stance for an upright position, watched as she rested her eyes on each section of her garden, and watched as she took a bluebell in her dirt smeared hand, color of thick maroon puddles under the receding sunlight.
Before meeting her, he had already established an image of her. Sweet like her flowers’ fragrance, as delicate as their outer shell. He had supposed she had first trudged into the world of gardening as a form of healing, as had done other experts in their respective fields, such as Van Gogh. However, now he could not but eradicate his past conjecture. There was no attachment in her manner. It would’ve been fit of the title of an experiment, if it weren’t for the fact that her gaze was not grasping for answers. No, the probing had already been done, and her conclusion had already been reached. That was why, when she brushed the tips of a flower ever so faintly, there was no surprise in her expression in seeing it split from its stem and plummet to the ground without delay. To her, it must have been a verification of her view on life.
Even if her eyes were mute, the lines of her visage held no such alliance to silence. Even when cared for with the utmost attention, they affirmed, everything breaks.
“You must be cold,” finally pointed out Arif. His voice was steady, as he had trained it to be. Had he not mastered that skill, he could not have stood here, in Khashar’s presence. Even though he had been aware of her curved nose, high cheekbone and protruding chin, this would be the first time he’d ever interact with her. It would be the last time- too.
Her back to him, as though she was accustomed to the presence of a stranger in her garden, she replied easily: “I have a jacket.”
Next to her indeed it was, but she made no movement to reach for it. Slowly, somewhat unsure though he’d admit no such thing, Arif broke from his static pose and placed the garment on top of her shoulders.
“Do you know who I am?”
“I know why you’re here.”
Arif was taken aback. He lost himself for a second, almost letting the fatal words - and yet you didn’t run?- fall from his lips, but he was a professional. No such mistakes would be allowed. Instead, he whispered: “Then this should be quick.”
“Yes,” Khashar replied, turned to face him, and waited. Her appearance had not been altered: the images of her he had examined missed not her thick eyebrows or deeply lidded eyes. It had been unable to account for her stoicism though.
Arif gritted his teeth. “Ok,” he said, but he never liked this part of the job. “Ok,” he repeated, as he brought out his gun, and “ok,” he thought, as he placed his finger on the trigger.
Just like that, Khashar, the greatest hitwoman, joined her fallen flowers.
I didnt write any comment so often, but I like all of your playlists
They really add to the whole vibe
Glad that people love Autumn :)
listening to it while working during a very hot tropical summer is strangely soothing
I miss you
Wow, I have finally found my place...
Это идеальный плейлист, чтобы писать.
Спасибо огромное. ❤️
So here's a little something..
Based on modern era but lovers who wish for nothing other than eachothers' company
Time; something that she had of just. plenty. The sand in the giant twenty four hourglass never seemed to stop flowing, yet…yet her day never seemed to end. The hourglass 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…more like ‘the mustard sweater that they shared’, she couldn’t help but realize how massive the place was that never seemed so when it was ‘the two of them’.
Now that she was by herself, the place echoed regardless of any winds from the seas. It was like she could hear herself running barefoot through the floors, through the curtains..just laughing and all 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 a abandoned but resourced island while showing her perfect vivid dreams and just abandon her? No matter how much she thought over and over again, she couldn’t wrap her head around..even as she continued her hugs 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 and the only thing she ever wore; oversized sweaters. He had sworn in her ear every morning that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his whole life just like he had promised he would when he had put the rose gold metal 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 beaming thing that she’d ever wanted in all her 23 years of 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’
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. 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? Isn’t this the typical ‘player’ her friends had warned her of? He’d never turned up to any of those meetups that she and her friends had planned too, her parents lived abroad and every time she suggested they fly there together..he’d say they’d do it together once he had shown her 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)
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Oml
It's my favourite season visually but I've never experienced irl
Is it normal if I say that this makes me happy?
I think so. It makes me happy as well. :D
never clicked a video so fast....this time is upon us...my soul and body is ready...