Falling into your own fantasy world // a playlist 

- Timestamps! - 0:00 What Falling in lovefeels like slowed 3:03 Amore Mio Aiutami 6:56 Clair De Lune Ethereal Remix 11:29 The Swan ETHEREAL REMIX 14:49 Sunken Cathedral - Debussy 20:36 Ave Maria - Schubert 26:52 Reverie - Debussy 31:15 chopin - nocturne no. 20 in c sharp minor 35:45 Faulkner - Daydreaming 38:45 Mozart - Eine Kleine Natchtmusik - Andante 45:30 Holst - The planets - Venus 53:43 Ludovico Einaudi - Nuvole Bianche 60:23 Einaudi - Experience Petitions!: www.change.org/p/andy-beshear-justice-for-breonna-taylor?source_location=petitions_browse www.change.org/p/district-attorney-tom-durden-justice-for-ahmaud-arbery-i-run-with-maud?source_location=petitions_browse www.change.org/p/support-the-equality-act?source_location=petitions_browse www.change.org/p/mark-zuckerberg-remove-holocaust-denial-pages-from-facebook?source_location=petitions_browse www.change.org/p/congress-pass-common-sense-gun-control?source_location=petitions_browse Make sure you eat something and drink some water today, and if you have medication you need to take make sure you have taken them!

"Ofcourse it is happening in your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" -Albus Dumbledore

me trying to read: Grammarly: WrITinGS NOt THaT EaSY

Imagine being in a place far away where problems don’t exist

Pov: You're again in your bed, it's not even comfy anymore. You just want to return to your world, where everything's right- exactly how it should be. But you have school tomorrow and missing assignments, you have to see those people, be in all these classes, hoping teacher won't take you to answer, because you have no clue what are they talking about. You don't understand things that others call "ingredients" for perfect life, the demands of others about you. You hate this world, how u live, how u are as a person. And you're trying to cheer up yourself saying you just was born in wrong world.

This is to everyone who is watching this video: One day I’m going to buy my own castle in a dark forest with fairys and mushrooms and beautiful flower field everywhere, when that dream of mine finally comes true, we can all live in the castle together! I mean it’s only worthy of cool people, and if your watching this you definitely have great taste.

“We didn’t know we were making memories, we were just having fun” - Winnie the Pooh

Who else has had dreams of their own fantasy world then they wake up and keep trying to fall back sleep?

Hiraeth: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. It's a word that describes how many of us feel.

The deeper we sink into our fantasy world, the more we show that we're not satisfied with our reality, and it's the saddest and most lonely thing in the world.

i didn't cry because it was sad, i cried because i knew it was ending. i cried because i knew he was calling out to me, begging me to stay. i cried because i knew that the next page i flipped would be the goodbye. no matter how many times i open the cover and re-read it, it always comes to an end. i beg him to stay and not forget me but it's just words on a paper, right? no. it is so much more for me. he makes me feel loved when this world kicks me. he makes me feel home when my "real home" feels like just another room.

*"I can't forget you, will i ever see you again?"* *"you will see me again, someday, now go, run and dont look back!"* - Spirited away

“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

Losing innocence is like losing a puzzle piece. No matter how hard you look, you will never get it back.

Sometimes I am living in my head, not in reality.

“Life is too short to love you in one, I promise to love you in the next life.” - Shakespeare

If you think about it, loneliness is one of the most shared feelings. Everyone you know experienced it.

Just imagine being in your dream world with only kind people. Imagine going to a ball wearing a beautiful victorian outfit. Imagine being with your soulmate, dancing together in an amazingly sweet place. Imagine meeting your comfort character.s. If you're reading this, know that I'm praying for you, for your happiness. Have an amazing day !!

this video and comment section isn't giving me "falling into a fantasy world" vibes, but rather more of a "the portal to my home closed before I could go back" and it's sort of that realization of not being able to reach your home no matter how far you reach

I have an universe in my head. I thinking about to write it about an year almost. But everytime i sit to write, it's like the magic has passed. In my mind it's fantastic but idk how to show it for someone

I love coming to the comments section of these kinds of videos, it's a very safe environment where the soft-hearted thrive... I love all of you❣

man ik its bad to drown myself in my own fantasies but i just really enjoy the world ive built in my mind.

"In this world of fantasy... Where my friends are only imaginary..."

She was the Moon He was her Sun As the world marveled At her serene beauty She looked at him With the dearest love She knew he was far She could never reach him She could never touch him But she saw him smile She saw him laugh And that was enough To make her shine Tbh this would belong to the other moon playlists but the music in this one esp Amore Mio Aiutami prompted me to write it ♡

Hey Your day might be stressful You might be sad You might feel overwhelmed But for now, listen to this music. You feel like you are drifting away. And suddenly you are in different place, a place you've never been to. However, it feels familiar, too familiar. Your own fantasy world. And for a moment everything feels alright.

I'm so sick of this world and everyone on it, no one knows what kindness means anymore and I'm sick of it. I wish I could live in space alone with nobody to tell me how to live, nobody constantly yelling incessantly, nobody to be mean to each other, just me.

When I was a teenager I was living somewhere else that was not here. I was living so far away in my mind because my imagination was so intense! I remember to create a lot of stories and write a book was my dream. I always loved to write, the reason why I graduated in journalism. I feel that I still have this kind of fantasy inside me (that's why I'm listening to this), but I feel as time passes, more unimaginative I'm. Now I work writing, but I write only solid, real stuff, with the only intention of selling. I write for companies blogs, I write for companies social media... I don't create worlds, I don't express feelings, I don't use my imagination as I would like to use. And this kind of writings makes me feel sick inside. I feel something very intense inside me that makes me want to create - videos, photos, texts -, but it's so hard nowadays! When I finish my work I'm so tired that I can't think about anything else. Adult life is so hard. I'm still getting used to it. But I'll never forget these days and I'll never forget that inside me I have a giant world waiting to be explored. And for teenagers that are reading this, be careful, ok? Don't do the same mistake I did. Never stops writing, creating, doing what you like. I stopped when I started college and now I regret it.

Short story: I stare into the mirror everyday. I can see the reflection of my empty, soulless eyes gaze back at me as if they had lost their light long ago. The scene was one similar to that of a portrait- unmoving and forever silent. Today, I couldn’t help but touch the mirror with the tips of my fingers. I hoped, I wanted so desperately, to go back to the dream world I desired. Where he would be smiling at me as we danced in the rain without care. I wanted to go back to the world in my thoughts where everything was simple and clear as day; No silly fights, emotions, or illnesses that could ruin our happiness together. Where we would forever and eternally be in love. And, for a moment, as my fingers touched the cold glass, I could have sworn I saw his reflection instead of mine.

me scrolling down really far in the comments reading everyone's really good POVs. Grammarly: writings not that easy Me: scrolling up ferociously

i really wanna write, but i dont know if its good enough, someone wanna take a look? The field full of flowers, it was beautiful Looking so magical She walked in and started running Faster and faster Not knowing when it would end And then she fell She fell into a hole That brought her to her imagination It was beautiful, she looked around and felt peace and happiness she felt home. - The power of imagination Walking through a field filled with flowers Looking around, no one is there Animals hopping through the grass Peace on your mind Making a spin Your beautiful gown twirling around High heels, perfect balance Walking to your castle Seeing people live in peace Life being perfect And no one disrupting you Until you wake up And realise it was all a dream - Wonderful nights thank you for taking youre time hope you liked it :))

Every page I flip. Every chapter I read. Every book I pick up. I will read over and over again. Just to relive the feeling of the kind of love that only exists in books my dear.

"There was a barrier between me and the world, and I thought for a moment that the world had never wanted me and now it was taking the opportunity to get rid of me"- aristotle

i cannot keep up with the amount of playlists i need to listen to *hogwarts i’m coming for you* tysm for the likes

this just brings me into my fantasy world am writing about.

Pov: You - "I don't understand, why can't you be real?" Comfort character - "I am real in your mind... Let's just enjoy this moment"

So many people here have this beautiful gift of listening to the right musique. ..so many here are aspiring writers. I have never come across with such fantastical phrases and quotes that you all scribbled here. I do not know you guys but I am really proud of you. Blessings to you all my dear friends. May you get all you wish in life.

my “friends” are laughing toghether outside and I’m in my room, listening to this, flying in my dream’s world where everything is so perfect.. but it hurts.

I have this feeling, that I missing something. Not anything that it feels like I’m missing, more like when you’re putting a puzzle together, and lose that one piece. Maybe you had it before. One minute it’s there…and the next it’s gone. Vanished into the vast of space, floating farther and farther…farther until that’s all that’s left a hole in that puzzle, forever. that’s how I feel. I’m not exactly sure. Maybe it’s love, or a longing to feel an emotion that doesn’t quite exist. I feel like I’m floating in a glistening body of water that sparkles ever so gently in the sun…until, no light could ever be seen again. Crystaling tears beam down her face…my face. “Mirror not device me, I will see the light, once again”

Sometimes I feel like I am lost here in reality because I spend too much time in my fantasy.

when you want to run away but the places you want to go doesn't exist in reality but only exist inside of your head

I live in my head more than I do real life... it’s just so much better.

''wait, I can't see anything.. what has happened? where.. where am I?'' you almost faint when you finally brace yourself to open your exhausted eyes only to find yourself one breath away from your fairytale prince whispering gently against your shoulder ''we're home''

Do you ever just...forget about this world? Sometimes, I'll hear this certain song, and remember this certain dream I had. I don't remember much, but I've slowly added on to it over the years. It's just about impossible to explain in words, but it's so beautiful and terrifying and amazing, I love it there. I love how imperfect it was, it wasn't a fairy tale, I wasn't some honorable hero, I was just some person on the street. But even then, on the days I do remember the people and the city, and beauty of that world, I wonder why I was the one who got to see it all. If you want to write a story about your own head worlds, please do! I promise, even if you're not a great writer, it'll be great to have it there.

Honey flows through her veins Lilacs tangle in her hair Roses kiss her cheeks Stars light her eyes Clouds colour her skin Coral touches her nails Always in her will be locked Despair and anguish

"Oh yea, I remember us hanging out together. Having fun..." "Oh wait..." "That was... a dream"

Oh my dear ... We all wish to be in our fancy world ..... But reality is sad .......

I wrote a story, i hope yall enjoy :) I never thought that i could see something this beautiful outside of the storybooks i throw myself into. Clouds that despite their snow white appearance, seemed to love laying in the suns beams. I never thought that birds could sing such a beautiful tune or that the sky could be such a deep blue that that no man could ever hope replicate. Below it all, the most beautiful part was a sea of long flowing grass that made waves as the wind greeted it.This picture made Picassos genius look plain in comparison. I couldn’t help myself so i ran…. Spinning ,and laughing, and skipping, and glowing. Each minute felt like seconds and each second felt like a glimpse of home. On and on i went wishing for an endless string of this childish euphoria but just when i let my guard down… Just when I thought that the “endless euphoria” i wished for moments before would get granted, I fell… Deeper and deeper praying something would save me ,i felt a thud accompanied by a large snap. Just like that, i was back to my paradise. Only this time…it was different…Instead of songs, the birds spoke in language i could understand? No this isn’t right. The birds said “don’t be afraid for we are your friends“. So i trusted…The sun beamed brighter and moved away but the birds told me to follow it. With every step i took toward the sun, it moved away more. “Keep trying my friend you must reach the sun” I walked forwards and the sun flew backwards. I ran, and the sun did the same. “I give up, obviously the sun doesn’t want me to catch it right” so i turned around and began to walk away… “NO…NO…NO,NO,NO you MUST reach the sun” the birds shouted at me. “TRY AGAIN…KEEP TRYING”. This isn’t right… No… I - I don’t like this. I ran away from the sun and the birds chased after me… Screaming and pecking and screaming and pecking. Then i fell into the sun or no…“a” sun. A sun? No… Not a sun but a light noetheless… The birds are gone but its so bright now and i’m surrounded by people. I smell nothing but strong antiseptics and blood. Every so often i get a jolt in my chest. No more… “Well your child will be just fine” one of the people said to my parents. Doctors?… “A HOSPITAL”?? What would have happened if id have followed those birds?…

Its magical to see us writers come together. You fan clearly see on these comments how connected we all are through words. A bunch of squiggly lines can take us to a world never seen before. What connects us are not only words but our ability to see something that doesn’t exist in this world. Thats the true magic of writing and reading. The ability to wonder away with our thoughts. No hate just art, kindness and thoughts thats what this comment gathering of daydreamers is about and I am so thankful to be apart of it.

She stands on the luscious grass, the dandelions tickling her feet, the summer air dances around, playing with her golden hair. The white gown she once wore, dripping with jewels is now replaced by a maiden's dress, something a royal would despise. But she stands atop the hill in the sugary winds, her eyelids soaking the gleaming sun overhead. She is happy, she is free. Not bounded by rules, not destined to marry and live a mundane life. She is free.

Pov 3:03 : you are on a travel between your dream and reality, you feel that your body is taken to a reality that is not yours, a perfect reality, it seemed taken from a fairy tale, and then you appear in this place, like a kind of forest, everything there was like a bright shade of green, there were mushrooms of a bright shade and trees that seemed to even smile, you walk around and see little creatures, it was like some kind of human but small, the size of the palm of your hand, they smile at you, then They escape laughing out loud, you decided to follow them, they passed many bushes, you pushed the bushes to see the path, and in that you leave that place full of trees to an even more wonderful place, it is a crystalline lake, to the right of the lake there was a tree of a colossal size, there are many colorful flowers. And then you see those same creatures that you had seen in the forest on the tree, the tree was full of those creatures, you decided to look at them, they had pointed ears and a white complexion that looked like porcelain, they wore colorful dresses and matching shirts and pants, their shoes They seemed made with a piece of cloth, that landscape you saw was beautiful, it was a beautiful pink sky, there were very few clouds covering the sky, but they were enough to make it even more beautiful. , you sat near the lake, looking at the sky, some of the creatures come with flutes and begin to play beautiful melodies, some sing, their voices were like those of angels, some laughed and danced, it was so beautiful, you never want to leave there, and then, you feel that you disappear from that reality. Little by little everything is fading away, but despite this, you do not despair of disappearing, everything will remain as a beautiful memory, a trip to a beautiful reality. A dream. P.S.: Sorry if you don't understand much what I'm trying to say, I'm Latina and I know only the basics of English, I literally put everything I wrote in the google translator lol

The more i'm in my fantasy world, lisening to music, making adventures and writing it down on a piece of paper. The more i want to live there and never wake up to this reality again. -a maladaptive daydreamer

POV: Your wandering through a field of wild flowers, a silky bow in your hair, a flowing flowery dress with daisy chains around your wrist and neck as the wind calmly blows through your hair and the glowing sky soothes your skin while all you hear in your ears is this music as you feel like your floating in a dream, as the music becomes echoed.

POV: Another day flew by. You were laying down on your mattress with the same occurrence. Once again you were proclaimed to be a miserable soul by your fate. Well, at least that was your belief. You skimmed those worn out pages of your favorite novel. It again pained your heart at the thought of your comfort character having an unresolved story. Even though he caused happiness for everyone. You turned to face the window. The slight gleam made its way inside the room through the insignificant windowpane. You again thought about the same dream. You wanted to be in his arms. You wanted someone to keep you in their embrace and give you the warmth of love you never received. You closed your eyes while reckoning about the same sentiment. You felt someone's breath near your ears. You believed it as a dream because someone being with you is absurd. "Open your eyes. You are not sleeping. I can say that looking at you." A deep soothing voice stated. You opened your eyes and forthwith turned to that individual being slightly shocked. "Who a-are y-you?" You said and admired his unknown yet knowledgeable traits. "You seem to be familiar. But I never saw you." You asked him but he ogled you with tenderness. Once again without answering you. "I am the one you longed for." He said snuggling into you. I tried to jot down for the first time. Thank you for bearing my absurdity.

she stood on a bridge in the middle of the wood. she knew this place for such a long time and she already decided that this should be the last thing she sees. she touched the rotten wood that used to be the railing and she climbed over and sat down on the other side. she would fall so deep, leaving no opportunity to survive. she still clinched to the railing, she wanted to enjoy the lasts breathe of the fresh air. she heard the memorable footsteps of samantha, who came again to save her. before she could even think about jumping before Samantha arrived, she grabbed her arm. she watched her climbing above the railing, sitting next to her. "i knew you would be here love. i just saw which day it is, im sorry i wasnt here before." "could you just let me jump?" "im sorry darling. not this time." "its the first anniversary, it was the day i choosed one year ago. and youre not gonna stop me." "i would let you do it, if i knew that there was nothing you would enjoy anymore" "sam, my life is currently a dark place to be and i dont wanna live without them. what made you think that i still enjoy living?" "you still see thr beauty in life. you still breathe a little bit deeper than everyone else, when you smell the fresh air after the rain. you still touch every little flower you see. look around love. why did you choosed this place? because you love the plants, all the precious trees. i can see the way you look at this bridge, at the rotten wood and the turquoise water. look at me love, i know you wanna live. i know you wanna enjoy the forests smell and the warming sun when you lay on a lawn." "but its not a life i can live." "okay, but what if we run away together? to some place where its always warm, where so many flowers are, that you cant see the broken cities? you know, im always gonna be there and if thats a life you desire, i will come with you. just please dont jump." tiny tears appeared in my eyes as i looked at her. "you promise?" "i promise"

As a 22 year old guy, I almost cried while listening to this music and reading the comments. The fantasy world inside our minds are just ethereal and abstract - far beyond what reality could offer and filled with bliss and wonder 🥲

“Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.” - Noel Fielding

i’m such a sucker for fantasy and this is just the cherry on top

Dude I’ve been listening to so many playlists like this. I think it’s safe to say that it’s an addiction at this point.

Me when I wake up from my desired reality: "Its not real, What just happened isn't real. Stop this. I want you to be real."

I love everyone in this comment section! Beautiful souls looking for comfort in an inconceivable world. May all of you have a lovely day and I hope we all can be surrounded by nature and love 🍀🍄💐

I am not good at writing poems, but here is what i wrote while hearing this beautiful music : SAD LOVE STORY He was the moon, She was the sun, They love eah other, But they never reached each other, When he comes, She goes, When she comes, He goes, She was surrounded by clouds, He was surrounded by stars, And even with that surrounding they feel lonely, Because they are not holding each other, And this was their sad love story. 🦋

this playlist + wattpad = perfection

I like to listen to classical music while crying in my mothers wedding dress while eyeliner runs down my face, it makes me feel alive,and once im done i laugh at what I just did, bc it makes me Remember that no matter how hard my life gets i can go somewhere where time stops, and i am at peace , and one day, if the wedding dress still fits, my mother will walk me down the isle, with the same dress I walked her down in.

I’m in a different reality so much, that the “real” reality is slowly starting to drift away ; I’m so lost.

I’m not good at writing but I saw a quote that inspired me so here is the short story I wrote. “We didn’t know we were making memories, we were just having fun.”. The two laid there gazing at the sky that seemed so endless. Their journey at last came to the end, the day they Least expected it. Finally realizing that this shall be the memory to be made together. Arms heavy they intertwined fingers releasing most of the pain they shared together but their noses burning up with the scent of fire and iron. The wetness of the ground from a mixture of both blood and water as the memorizing sky mixed with clouds, overflowing with water, extushingshing the flames that melted not only their skins but their hearts too. The last glance to each other brought a smile to each other’s faces knowing that they were going to die chasing their dream. Their lips coated with salty muck, their eyes grew heavy as their future faded. The fingers of the pair losend, finalizing their future, “At least we had fun…”

I’m actually so excited for this because my fantasy world is awaiting me. It’s cool Don’t judge me .. 😭

pov: you were reading in your room a book about fairies and vampires. Your comfort character danced in the field, full of roses red as blood, in this world they were also called vampire roses. Whoever touches them becomes one. Fortunately, your comfort character was a vampire. you wanted to go downstairs to dance with but suddenly the world started to fade away, little by little you started to disappear. until you disappeared. You were back to square one in the normal world, but you would never forget this world. This world of your dreams ...

As I closed my eyes, the world around me finally started to glitch. I felt free, but not just that. I felt a feeling, which can not be described in words. A feeling like I have the chance to become the person I am. Like the world is in flames, like a heaviness that I felt for a very long time is gone and I get to be me. The real me, not the person everyone thought about when you would mention my name. Now I get to scream abot the pain, frustration and shock, which had been haunting me for as long as I can remember. I get to laugh, crie and forget my past. Forget everthing bad. As I opened my eyes, I was surroundet by trees, felt the sun warming my skin and heard the voices of my comfort charachters. ,, Are you ok? You seemed kinda off'', said the person next to me. A person who I was happy to see, but missed at the same time. ,,Will I meet you? In real live?'' ,, What do you mean?" ,,Will I meet you? Will you someday be not just an imagination in my head, but a person who helds me during the awful pain of reality, gets me through my tears and stays with me forever? I want this to be more. I dont know what real means anymore, but what I know ist that I cant make it on my own. PLEASE,I-" ,, It"s going to be ok. Maybe not for now. But in a different life we will be together and nothing will seperate us. Things might be bad right now, but this doesn't mean that it will stay like this forever. You have to believe in us. Our time didn't came yet, but Im waiting for you. And in that moment I believed myself that maybe everything is gonna be fine I had no idea what would come or if I would even experience the joy of reality anymore. But I knew that I could do it and return to this world, when my soul would be released from the weight of my life.

"I want to go home" my 10 year old self said out loud while looking out the window into the dark street under the moon only to realize i am home looking around myself imagining i have loved ones around me but knowing they arent real that feeling of wanting to go home has always stayed i just forevermore stayed in a twilight zone

"I felt.. sad, and had the feeling of missing home" " I felt afraid, scared..: "My eyes were like waterfalls" "Crying out" "Then..." "Then I felt..." "Comfort..." "I wake up under the shadows of a tree.." "Where I met... you"

we've shared our last kiss we've danced to our last song we laughed one last time like everything was alright but now you're gone. a feel-able moment, but never forgotten.

Sinking into my own fantasy world is so good even though maybe that means I don't like my life but I like to think it's like I'm making my life more magical! Traveling to amazing places, flying around, dancing with fairies and elves, going to castles, dreaming feels so good I love that

I spend almost my entire day in my fantasy world, my old pfp was actually made based off of it. My friends don't answer anymore, and I only really like talking to my dad but he's usually busy. I'm in my room almost all day just listening to music and building my fantasy world. I don't think I'll really ever have a reason to leave again, it's not like I'd have anybody to be my friend and worth leaving it much for.

There are birds on the tree outside my window and their chirping makes this even more magical

Story She closed her eyes and welcomed the darkness. Her cheeks still stained from her cold tears. She had been wishing to go home for what seemed like forever, but she was met with disappointment every time. 'Today was the day,' she told herself. 'Today I will go home.' So, she took a deep breath and thought about the place she wanted to be at. The way it looked, the way it smelled, the way people would walk and talk. With every breath she took, she could feel her mind drift further away and her heart start to grow warmer inside of her chest. 'I am home.' she kept telling herself and, suddenly, the 'I am home' turned into a voice saying 'you are home.' She was scared to open her eye, expecting to be met by disappointment once again, but instead of disappointment, she was met by the people she wanted to be with for ages. 'I am home?' she asked them in disbelieve. 'You are home.'

If you ever wanna feel completely at peace, listen to one of these playlists in a room with a candle or two burning whilst doing something you love.

I want to share this experience of mine, I've been suffering in depression for years now and I think it's no longer just a depression because I think as days goes by I'm getting worst. I noticed it when one day I just saw myself lying down on my bed, covering my eyes tight so I can't open it or feel like I'm seeing a light even if my eyes are closed. My body is wide awake but my consciousness is like traveling in my own kind of world. The scary part of those days was I'm confused on what's happening everyday is reality or just my imagination. I've never seek for advice from professionals, aside from I don't have money and I'm afraid to even speak a word of it because they might say that I've gone crazy, I'm actually happy of making my own world inside my head tho it's kind of scary of being aware that this thing might lead me into a literal crazy. It's just that.... this whole world is so cruel to open an eye for even a second.

If I win the lottery I’m going up to Scotland, finding a hill that has a train leading to it and then build a castle and call it Hogwarts. It will be a boarding school where you stay for school terms and you can decide if you do want to go home for holiday breaks. You will learn all sorts of lessons like; astronomy, herbology, divination, potions, defence against the dark arts, history of magic, care of magical creatures, flying lessons ect.. The school will be called Hogwarts. There are four houses that you can go into and whatever has been chosen to be your house you will stay in that house for 7 years until you leave school. Pretty sure you get the idea.

Going to write a chapter of my fanfic to this

Life has been so hard for the past 6 years.Everything has fallen apart. And when I feel as if I can't stand it anymore, I retreat from reality. These playlists and the memory of the only time I was really and deeply in love are what keeps me alive. In my fantasy he is as alive as he was 18 years ago, when we last met. I read your comments and I wish I could hug everyone here.

Literally felt like a main character while reading a book and listening to this

I want to stare into the beautiful abyss of the night sky. The stars that have seen all and hold secrets only they believe to know. The stars that have longed for a jaunt. The stars that flicker in the night sky, sending hidden messages. The stars that shine bright, filled with hope for our future. The faint stars that hold on as long as they can, holding onto the energy they have left, hoping to witness the universe's augmentation and it's wonders arising from the depths.

I've been writing and drawing on a very specific fantasy world for the past 3 years. Using old history, mythology and the witch community to make it so realistic that I sometimes catch myself forgetting I've made it up. One day I will write a book series played out in this world, but if it gets published or not is really not the point. I just love these feelings of being part of something so fantastically special and intricate, that no one else is part of, that it doesn't matter. I will one day die and leave this as my legacy for my children and grandchildren to rediscover after me. I felt like expressing that to the world because no one in my life truly knows about it more than my pretty maps and blueprints; and detailed character drawings.

I want to live in a fairytale sometimes just to escape from reality…

This is the perfect playlist for me to drift off into my own fantasy world ❤ I have a free write story I love to write about, and I always dream about what life would be like in it, but I always get so embarrassed to tell anyone about it or show it to anyone. I hope I'm not alone 😅

A short story made by me, The moon shines in her eyes, and her dark brown hair glowing. All in the moonlight, she was once another helpless soul, but now she is the moon. The moon. I talk to the moon quite often, to hear her laugh, and see her smile. How sweet, her blue eyes. Filled with sorrow and guilt, for when she seems to glow, people always leave earth. Multiple souls fly up and some go down. The blue-gray glow she gives off. Like I said, the souls rise above when they leave. They always leave. They never stay long enough for me to talk to them. She always leave in the morning, the moon I mean. I miss her, but recently she stays for hours on end. There is no sun, no sun to provide warmth. But I shall go, for I was once a helpless soul trapped in a body, and now I am the sun.

I was dancing in my room to "ave maria" dressed all in black and looking like someone who summons ghosts 😂

My OCs are my comfort characters They encourage me when I need them most, it's like they're actually there I can think about what they would say to me if they were real, and I'm more likely to listen to their words than my own I wish they were real, I care about them and they care about me Am I weird for this? Maybe so, but it's okay :)

I love this playlist for scripting my dream home before bed. It relaxes me and gets me thinking about my home in the woods.

Short story: He glanced out his window, the grass of the open field awaiting his eyes; standing tall and proud, the wind carried it's earthy scent. The mountain had a most excellent view. He grabbed his journal and quill, sketching the never ending sea of grass once more in his journal. He noticed how the wind carried the grass in a swaying motion; swift, free, calm. His record player played the tunes of piano as he drew, the notes soothing and divine. It was just him atop the mountain; no one came to disturb him. The village below was miles away, and he was known as the outcast of the town. His black hair swept across his nape with the breeze, tickling softly. His blue eyes normally the color of storm were clear as the noon sky. His nimble fingers untied his blouse, his pants and boots the color of unlit charcoal. All was calm on the mountain. He stepped outside his cottage and traveled through the green sea toward the edge of the mountain. There he could see his friend Tiamat. Tiamat and he had met several years back when he traveled too far off the mountain. Tiamat had wings of great length and power, his fire breathing mouth setting the world ablaze with every fire breath he takes. Tiamat and him were the outcasts of the village; both feared for their looks and abilities. Tiamat noticed his friend and spread his black wings, flying towards him. He nuzzled his nose within his warm hands and made a sound of a sigh. The man pet Tiamat and sat on the edge of the mountain, his long hair whipping in the breeze. Tiamat laid his large body next to the man and silently slept to the warm touch of this human. They weren't monsters, they just understood one another. The man laid back on his friends paw, looking at the blue skies. All was calm on the mountain. Tiamat wrapped his paw around his human and both slept silently, the smell of grass and the whirling breeze becoming a lullaby to their ears.

He started at him across the battlefield. Everything was thick, blood heavy, screams and war - thick pumping adrenaline, live or die. He felt the frantic beat of his heart, his own quick breathing sounding deafening to his ears. His feet running on instinct. And for a moment, he stared at the man. It was a stolen moment, between one breath and the next, amidst the cries of dying men and the agony of souls who know nothing else but blood and anguish and pain. The man looked almost ethereal covered in sweat and mud; a heralding angel of men, shining desperately through the cloak of death covering the field, making anyone watching feel strangely almost alive again. And in that single moment, between one of his breaths and the next, he could suddenly imagine longer moments, in a time where you didn't have to live in moments between breaths. Longer moments, in a library perhaps, arguing over some old manuscript with that man over a point no one cared about any longer, seeing his eyes alight and a laugh on his lips. And that would be enough. Then in a cottage that they'd built with their hands in a forest, both covered in mud not after a day of war but of gardening, squabbling over planting the last seed, later watching the sun go down together, not thinking about a time the very sky was marred with the red of blood. Later in life, dancing under the stars to a tune only they could hear, peaceful moments stretching days. He saw them old and grey, him still as beautiful as the day they first met, in a world where the war was only a distant memory, watching friends die not in pain, but peacefully, knowing they've lived a long full life. A world where they could hold their hands and have a moment stretch a lifetime. His lungs exhaled a ragged breath. The moment was gone. And the realities of life were back in front of him. Later that night he volunteered to be part of the search party for the wounded. He found the man; lying face down in the mud, cold and hauntingly thin, his uniform hanging off his frame. Arms outstretched grasping towards the unknown. Be breathed in. Bent down and closed his eyes. Breathed out. Moved on to the next. This was a war. They didn't have time for moments. Not yet. But maybe some point in another life, he'd find the man again, and they'd have longer than a second. And maybe he'd thank him for allowing him a moment, no matter how short. And ask him to spend a moment that lasts a lifetime together, not just a brief falling into a fantasy world. But for now, he breathed in, breathed out, and moved onto the next.

I’m so sick of this boring world…how about we escape together? To a far away land where no one can find us! So much fun we shall have, running around valleys and forest of mushrooms, fairies and elfs!

Classical music is the epitome of depression, joyous or not. It’s never unfortunate, just so beautiful that it makes you long for something you’ll never have unless you listen to it again. It’s a particular feeling you get when looking at a beautiful painting, or the quiet night sky. Gosh, such love.❤️

This makes me feel like I’m floating in a world where everything around me is green and I have no troubles there ever, however that world will only be a dream... never reality.

I’m so alone... I sit hear with my ears listening to beautiful symphonies dancing along the tunes I imagine who I could be if I’d let myself truly live

When I was little I thought I was part of some book, and that someone was reading it. So I pushed myself to do better so the people reading the book would be proud. I was sad when I figured out it wasn’t that way and all my hard work was for nothing. I guess that’s when my love for fantasy stuff started.

In love with the world inside my head that sometimes I look at myself as two different person

It’s a cold night, she reads her book as she looks out her window. It’s snowing. She continues reading as she slowly gets tired.. she lays down and falls asleep. She dreams of meeting the world she fantasizes about. Sleeping so peacefully she gets up and rides to her fantasy land on a snowflake. Passing through the breeze yet she’s not cold.. just enjoying the light snow flakes passing by her face.. She lays down on the snowflake and looks up at the stars. If only it was real she says.. if only..

me: hey this is a pretty good pla- *claire de lune comes on* me: .... *tears* this is perfect-

Just got a weird hallucination/flashback to when I was 5-6 yrs old while listening to Clair de lune. Clair de lune was and is my most emotional song ever. This ethereal effect really set me on the road to flashbacks. But it makes me sad that I had a good childhood but I'm not happy anymore because of a lot of mental and emotional things happening when I was 6 and up. Until a year ago, I didn't really care much about these things, but now, I have serious anxiety and sadness in general and just need help. But enough about me. How are you?