don't cry because it's over. (ambient + corecore playlist) 

liminal ambience playlist: open.spotify.com/playlist/4IGoHvtWv0G3TsCV2oGUxe?si=d92881cf7f6a43ba

"Hey, viewer, listener, whatever you are. How’s the journey been? Long, I assume. You’re really deep into this web of content, but you’ve reached a nice checkpoint, eh? And you’re not alone here. We‘re all with you, and, hey, we’re up to just chill to. So, tell me, why ya here? Had a long day? Just feelin‘ down? You can vent, we‘ll listen. Weather‘s not the greatest today, huh? And don’t worry where we are. This is… a calm place. Let’s just walk down this pavement. See, there’s the school bus. Makes ya reminisce, huh? Oh, the simple days. Not much we can do now. Why be sad because it’s over? Anyways, I do digress. It’s so peaceful down here. No chaos, no crime, just… peace. Welp, this is it. This is one of the last bastions of peace, here on the vast Internet. Crazy, huh? Regardless, dear listener, take a seat, will ya? You must be tired, you’ve been scrolling for a while. Y‘know, this reminds me of a simpler time. Sitting at the bus stop, heading to school, etc. Man, the things I’d do to get those back. But again, don’t cry because it’s over. Never helped anyone. Just… enjoy the ambience. The soft music, the fog around us, the gentle swaying of the music in the trees. It’s a nice place. So rest, dear listener. You‘ve been travelling for a while, and my monologue has probably bored you enough already, eh?

nostalgia hurts...but it feels so good....

Born 1993, when I was around 5/6 me and my family had to move to Germany, Osnabruck because my Dad was stationed there for being in the British Army. We stayed there until 2001. I can honestly say from what memories are still there in my head, are the best years of my life. If I could just relive those days, just for a few hours, I would be so happy. I spend hours crying happy/sad tears on Google Earth Pro with the time machine of the maps. Seeing my old Primary School before it was demolished. Seeing the Army barracks my dad was at before that too was sadly demolished. Seeing my old childhood home which I haven't seen since we left 23 years ago. It's even more saddening with how Germany's privacy laws are. Google Street view is practically none existent. So the buildings and the streets I fondly remember are mainly just these pixelated resemblances of buildings that I still vividly remember from my childhood but I can't see how are now or was a few years ago. I only have what I remember, and the odd remnants of videos here on RU-vid which is extremely lacking and rare to find Thankfully some time last year, Germany finally lifted those privacy laws for Google Maps Street view and i finally got to see my home again for the first time since we all left way back in 2001. I will be honest. I've never cried so much in such a long time. It was harrowingly different everywhere i looked around Osnabruck but I could also see things that haven't changed at all. The walks we went on, the Warner Brothers Movie Theme Park down south near Dorsten. Pony rides in the woods and picking the oldest one there who was called Boris. I picked him all the time because he liked to eat the grass a lot which made the ride last longer so I could spend more time with him. The little & big lake walk just behind the Nettebad. The traditional Christmas Markets in the town centre. Playing video games when my Dad finally came home on my Playstation 1, we would try and beat the games in one day but never could because I didn't have a memory card. Getting excited whenever Pokemon was on the TV. Friends round mine to share the big swimming pool I had. Watching Halloween Town before going out trick or treating. Finding our first ever pet, a kitten abandoned behind a grit bin while we were on a bike ride and taking her home, we named her Millie. So many memories. All lost to time. With only old VHS tapes & photographs to try and relive those memories at least just a tiny bit. Oh what Id do just to go back to those days. Nostalgia is such a beautiful but cruel mistress. I hate to love it and love to hate it. I Miss you Osnabruck. I miss you childhood. But. I have a daughter of my own now, she turns two in November, still crazy to say that, time truly doesn't stop. I honestly can not wait to be the best father I can possibly be. And to make everlasting memories with her that she can look back on and smile just as much as I do looking back at the ones I made with my Mum & Dad. Oh Germany. Oh Osnabruck. Oh childhood. You were the best of days. I'll revisit you one day. With the whole family hopefully.

My body is the only thing maturing deep down I still feel like a kid. I can’t relate to others my age and enjoy “childish” things. Everyone else is moving on but me:(

People say nostalgia is the most beautiful form of pain. I cant agree more.

I miss being a kid, as an kid I always said “I can’t wait to be an adult “ and now that I’m an adult I just hate it. Every day it’s just get up and go to work and pay bills and then after that I’m too broke to do anything fun anymore. Everything has to be about money and just surviving to get though each week and everything feels like it’s going to fast in the most boring and most stressful ways ever. But as a kid life was good, time moved more slowly and it was more peaceful and fun without a care in the world….and I just wish to live it forever. It’s something I struggle to let go of, everyone I know keeps saying “Oh well, it’s the past.” “Just let go” or “Grow up” and my older family members don’t understand why I collect childish things and watch cartoons still…. Like maybe it’s just the only bit of happiness I could afford to hold onto? I’m surprised they don’t do the same.

I miss getting on the School bus being a kid not having to worry about being an adult. Life was so much simpler being a kid enjoy your childhood now because there is no second chances.

I can't help it... I cry because it's over all the time nowadays.... I miss it so much... I just want to go back to the comfort that it was to be back then. Now.... It's just over.... Not much to look forward to anymore... I hate having that mindset but at the same time idk how i can possibly change it.

I broke with My boyfriend recently. I have been lying to everyone that he just dissapear and don't said a Word to me, the reality was that he told me that i wasn't neccesary anymore, and he started to left me to one side. I couldn't handle the pain in My heart since we broke up once and returned since he said it could be better. I send him the message. In 28th of April of 2024. Yesterday, 29th of the same month, he read it and he didn't answer yet. I think he won't answer anymore. Not My problem, i tried My Best to make him comfortable but he just did this. So, i didn't cry at all, because i won't waste tears on that, i Will waste tears in the possible solution if he just tried to solve it with me. Farewell, dear.

Awesome ❤🎉

Perfect 😿

u thought twilight was bouta play 12:15

Written by me ;D Mike is sitting on his bed, about a month after defeating Vecna. It is January 1987. Mike's journal entry Hey. It's been a while since I wrote here. Surprise! I'm writing here again. Why? Well, I'm pretty stressed; school and everything, and Hawkins being rebuilt, is just a bunch of stress. But that's not important. What is important is that my best friend since kindergarten, whom I should be okay with, has barely talked to me, and they have been staying at my house for a month. Since the time that they came back from California, they have been staying at Hoppers Cabin, but it had been destroyed in the battle, so now they are here. I don't know why I'm nervous. I thought we cleared this up in California. I thought we were cool. Well, I guess not. He's painting right now, in the basement. I'm in my room. Ugh, why do I like this? Just talk to him! But I'm scared I'm going to say something I don't want to. But why would I be nervous anyway? He's my best friend; how could I screw things up even more?! Ugh! Whatever. I'm going to play on my Nintendo now. 3rd person Will walks up to Mike's bedroom, knocking softly. Immediately, Mike jumps up and opens the door, afraid he is going to be in trouble by Nancy or Karen and to be met face-to-face by Will. “Um, can I come in?” Will has a nervous expression on his face, softening when Mike gives him a nod. As Mike realizes that they might finally talk again, he agrees. “yea! Sure! Come on in. He waves for Will to come in. I will then take a seat on Mike's bed. “So...” Mike says, breaking the awkward silence. “Hm?” Will says, tilting his head in confusion. Mike quirks an eyebrow at him. “What did you want to talk about?” Mike says it's obvious. “I never said I wanted to talk about anything.” Will says, his tone getting softer at the end. “Then why did you want to come in here?” Mike says, immediately regretting what he said because it sounded rude, but it was too late. “Do you not want me in here?” Will snaps his head around, looking at Mike. “Oh no! That's um.. That's not what I meant; I just want to, um..'' Mike waves his hand, having nothing else to say. The room gets quiet for a minute, until Will breaks the silence. “I do want to talk to you about something.” Will says, glancing up at Mike. “Hm?” Mike says, focusing all his attention on Will. “You know the painting?" she will say, sounding shy. It takes Mike a moment, but he remembers. “What about it?'' Mike says, confused. Will takes a deep breath. “You know what? Nevermindd," will say, getting up. Mike tries to stop him, but he is already gone. Mike sighs and collapses onto his bed. Mike's mind was spiraling. What did he mean? What about the painting? He didn't know, but he was going to actually play on his Nintendo now. As he played Mario, it clicked. He dropped his controller, and he ran out of the room, running past Jonathan and Nancy in the middle of a heated make-out session, to the other room. He busted open the door, slowing himself to a halt. “Jeez Mike, you scared me,” El says, jumping a bit. "Sorry, um,” he says, at a loss for words. “Did you commission me to paint something last spring? When you were in California?'' Mike says, a bit rushed. “No, why?” El says, her voice hinting at confusion. Mike's eyes widened, feeling a happy feeling.? “I’ll explain later!'' Mike says, his voice growing quieter as he runs out of the room, leaving El staring with confusion. As Mike rushes back to his room, his thoughts spiral. Is will gay? Am I gay? Does will like me? Do I like him back? Why did I feel happy when she said no? Until his thoughts were cut off by Will entering the room, He gazed up at him, his eyes falling on his lips, then went back up to meet Will's eyes. “Will,” Mike says, straightening his posture. “Yeah?"” will say, reluctant and confused. Mike stands up, walking over to never break eye contact with him. “Why did you lie about the painting?” Mike says in a comforting tone. Not angry, not upset, just curious. Will's eyes start to water, and he starts to break down. “M-mike, I'm sorry, it's not what it looks like!” he says, covering his face with his hands. Mike feels really bad now. Why does he always have to screw everything up? ”Hey, hey, hey, will, it's okay." Mike says, putting his hand on Will's shoulder, afraid any more contact will mess everything up. What?” Will says, looking up at him, tears running down his face. “Will, I'm not mad at you.'' Mike says, playfully shaking Will's shoulder, earning him a small smile from the other boy, but it faded away quickly. “I don't believe you. I think you are just saying that to make me feel better,” she said, sniffling. As Mike slowly gets closer, he doesn't notice. “Will,” he says, finally noticing their distance due to Mike basically saying that into his ear. Will looks up at him, his eyes still wet and his face flushed. It must have been from the crying, right? Why else would he be flushed? From this distance, Mike could see the intricate little details in Will's eyes and every twist and turn of the pattern in his iris. Mike leans in until their noses are touching. At this point, Will was freaking the hell out. Mike leans in, their lips not even touching, until Will initiates the kiss. It took him by surprise, but he followed. It wasn't rushed or hard; it was just sweet. As their lips intertwined like puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly together. Mike sucks Will’s bottom lip, causing Will to smile against his lips. Taking that as a sign, will part his mouth slightly to give Mike access. Mike gently slid his tongue into Will's mouth, grazing his tongue with his own to tease him before shoving it up against his. As their tongues twisted and danced around each other, Mike started to slow down before pulling away. “Will..?” Mike says, his hands on Will's cheeks. “Yea..?” Will says it with a slight giggle. “Do you, um, do you want to be my boyfriend?” Mike says, picking at his fingers nervously. “Oh my god, yes!” Will says, jumping up to hug Mike and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Oh my god, Mike, you're so carefree!”