Just accepted everything in life; my past, my fears, my problems, those around me, my life, I have all this knowledge but nothing to do but acknowledge it. You only have yourself in the end, and you can love people but they’re meant to come and go, and have their own fears and past in tack. You can’t save anyone, you can’t fix anyone, you can’t fix your past. No one is lacking issues and problems, all you can do is understand yours and try, and what a lonely cold reality when you do.
Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
This song feels like you lost everything and everyone, you tried to fix it but you couldn't so you had to except that you can't do anything and you will stay lonely.
There is a fly in your soup, he is starting to drink the broth and likes it very much, the fly burns his tongue but keeps drinking your soup, this song plays in the small restaurant as you tell the waiter there is a fly in your soup. The waiter is a fly... and so are you... We are all flies... 🪰 ° °°•• °° ••• °°° ••• °° 🥣 BzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZ
Just accepted everything in life; my past, my fears, my problems, those around me, my life, I have all this knowledge but nothing to do but acknowledge it. You only have yourself in the end, and you can love people but they’re meant to come and go, and have their own fears and past in tack. You can’t save anyone, you can’t fix anyone, you can’t fix your past. No one is lacking issues and problems, all you can do is understand yours and try, and what a lonely cold reality when you do.
This sounds exactly like these kind of paintings
HEY BTW THE REAL ARTIST IS MayRosevelt and this piece is called Memoir #2 !!
Ohh okay, i'll change the info. Thanks for letting me know
an old man with dementia slowly forgetting the image of his deceased wife.
Sounds like a melody my mom used to sing to me before bed every night...rest in peace mommy❤️❤️
This got me feeling some type of way
Like you're the side character in the floor dying and realizing that you're not worth enough to be saved by the MC
This what grief feels like
This song feels like going home after being picked on all day.
Love this song
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
This is absolutely beautiful.
IVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS SONG ON YT OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING
Thank you for this :)
I was not expecting the Ophelia painting to fit so well with this song.
This song feels like you lost everything and everyone, you tried to fix it but you couldn't so you had to except that you can't do anything and you will stay lonely.
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Falling into a deep black hole with your hand outstretched to your lover who pushed you in
There is a fly in your soup, he is starting to drink the broth and likes it very much, the fly burns his tongue but keeps drinking your soup, this song plays in the small restaurant as you tell the waiter there is a fly in your soup.
The waiter is a fly...
and so are you...
We are all flies...
🪰 ° °°•• °° ••• °°° ••• °°
🥣
BzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZ
This sounds like it could be put in utopia
no going back
i look out window. and i saw my mom try to speak my dog, in latin languague. then they switch body (9:26 Alexandre)
link is wrong
Ophelia...