you fall in love with souls, not faces [ dark academia playlist ] 

“I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.”

sometimes i think the only thing i will ever feel completely safe loving is my own imagination

The first thing he ever said to me was what I wanted to talk about ( note: it was megalodons ). We talked about anything and everything for weeks, then one night he asked me if I’d like to go on a date with him to a museum and I said yes. Little did he know that going to a museum was my ideal date. We talked more than anything else, we talked about all kinds of things from our favorite books to our beliefs about the universe. We had a four-hour conversation on our first date, it was nearly past midnight when he brought me back to my house. That was two months ago. My life is all the better for having him in it, he gave me the courage to finally get treated for my anxiety and quit a job that I hated. He is patient, kind and so incredibly smart ( something I find to be VERY attractive ); he makes me laugh and at times he’s the only one who can. I feel more than just loved I feel cherished and wanted. This man healed something inside of me that had been hurting for a long time; he loves me in more than just words alone, he loves me in the everyday things he does for me. I got sick a few weeks ago and yesterday afternoon he had to help me walk up the stairs, I needed compression socks as they help, and before I could even try to put them on myself he grabbed them from me and did it for me. I love him more than words can say, and I don't know what I’d do without him.

Falling into love with the lovely soul within someone's eyes is the most beautiful form of love someone can experience. Whether it be a lover or friend, loving someone's true soul is the most incredible connection a person can have.

“Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.”

Everyone who is listening to this and reading this, may your life and soul be envolopped and covered in eternal love ❤

I am in love with someone that no longer exists.I like to think they are still alive to keep myself going and motivated but then after a while I wake up to the heart wrenching reality that this person is beneath the ground now and their heart is not beating anymore. There will never be "us", neither will we ever have a future. I dress nicely and try to look good with them in mind even though that person will never be there to look at me. What's worse is that I only started developing these feelings after they passed. I feel drained and confused, I don't want to be with anyone else.

these comments along with the playlist... perfection. i hope every single one of us finds our soulmate(s), and live beautifully imperfect lives together

Will we ever come back? I don't think so. I really loved spending time with you. You removed the feeling of loneliness and negative thinking from me when no one could do this, but nothing stays the same. I wish all my time, my day, and my years with you. I'll be fine. I don't think I can be with someone else. Other than you

"Those who do soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other's company." ~ Rumi

We loved, we laughed, we left. It’s been a year and I don’t miss him anymore, but sometimes I still hear his laughter, still see his smile, still feel his kiss. I don’t miss him but I do miss the memories. They said In time it will heal, but it feels like an eternity won’t fix the empty spot where he used to take up so much room.

Hurts when they don't know your name, age, face, don't even know your existence. Yet you know all about theirs. Now that.. hurts

Mereu melodiile triste pe mine m-a ajutat să scriu din inimă tot felu de povesti despre iubire și tristețe. Iubirea este cel mai frumos sentiment si cel mai pur dar mereu v-a exista suferința mai multă sau mai puțină. Dorința de a iubi pe cineva nu se poate îndeplini oricui,acest lucru se întâmplă rar. Noi oamenii trebuie să acceptăm oricât de greu ne-ar fi să renunțăm la omul pe care îl iubim ca sa nu suferim indiferent cine este el/ea, pentru binele noastru….

As a writer, these dark academia playlists inspire me so much. I love writing short little romantic stories, not to share with anyone, but just for me, and this type of music is always perfect for those! Thank you for creating such beautiful arrangements.

love how a story can be told without words..

"Every soul has its dark" -John Darksoul

Ten thousand times I've seen her... ten thousand times she takes my breath away (married 54 years)

I can't explain how much i love listen to this during writing poetry.

i see beauty in absolutely everyone. i have never met a person i didn’t think was beautiful. but as soon as someone hurts me, or someone else, in a way that can’t be taken back, i see ugliness infect their face. it’s so visceral, so instant. their actions contort their face into something repulsive.

i fell in love with her soul,not her looks- but after 43 years of being with her, i'm in love!

We had a friendship for 5 weeks and I didn't know I was falling for him until we had an argument and it ended everything. He never knew how I felt about him and I never knew you could fall for someone that fast. It was all long distance as he lived in Cali and me in NY. Saw his face maybe twice. Good looking, sure but the way he made me feel I'll never forget. If it's meant to be it'll happen. If not, I hope the next one comes pretty close to him. The smile and laughs he put on my face I'll never forget.

Those of you who found true love and your soul mate are the most fortunate of all.

Always the poet, never the poem. Isn't it strange? The one who love never the one to be loved...quite paradoxical

I remember the way her hair parts, the way her eyes light up when she’s happy, I remember hugging her when we were lying next to eachother. I can’t get the sound of her breathing out of my mind; her existence was an orchestra for my very soul. May one day we reunite again Peach; when we do, may we both be healed, and be the best version of ourselves.

We were not strangers - we were lovers. Not in this lifetime and maybe not in the last ones but if not, in some form and place we will be together . . in love . . . in peace . . . . . . in another life

He was so lovely, how could i even not fall for him? Wherever, he is I hope he is happy and doing good in life. I won't ask for anymore, wouldn't look onto him anymore but I'm forever so grateful for all those times we spent together and I couldn't help but smile now, somewhere in my happiness, he was there and that just all alone made me feel loved.

i’m listening to this as i paint a renaissance-style painting 🤍

I love how simple piano music can hit someone so much that they start expressing what they are feeling through words which is so truthful and beautiful. Music truly is magical.

this playlist brought back my sad thoughts, but not the heartbreaking ones, those that are somewhat beautiful and poetic

As I sit here, trying to write anything. Anything that will make me immortal, all I think of is ways to immortalize you. Capture not just your raw beauty but your soul, your essence. The energy you give off the second one lays eyes upon you. Maybe to make sure my name is never forgotten is to make sure the world feels you as I do. You are my muse darling, let me create something that only wishes to be you. Let me make the pages full of you, canvases beautiful.

I pray someone loves me for my soul because I am not beautiful. People only seem to see what’s on the surface. I feel no one will ever love me again but I hope I’m wrong. If it’s pure, I will love wholeheartedly. I just don’t know what kind of person could see something beautiful in my face because there’s so much wrong with it. I try to be loving to everyone but I am called ugly often. It seems like a curse to have a beautiful heart but to be called ugly. I don’t know what I’m supposed to learn from it - except to me at least, pure souls and pure hearts are incredibly rare. It seems like almost everyone is shallow - so to those who truly aren’t, thank you. ❤

I fell in love with his soul, even before I could touch his skin. His heart is far and wide, as is the current distance between us. I dread being alone with my thoughts because me being alone on my thoughts leads me to believe he has decided to love another; and to part from my heart, mind and body. How could I express such thoughts and emotions without drowning in my own sorrow and grief? It’s as I have loved for the very first time, once anew. The memories of such heartbreak come flooding like a rain shower at the end of summer, sudden, but not entirely unexpected. Will I remember to carry an umbrella on hand to weather the storm, or will I be drenched in rain? Will he say he loves the rain, but then change his mind and decide he preferred the umbrella’s company instead? I wish to be the rainbow after the storm has past, but I’m solely the rain that he shields himself away from each passing day.

it's been almost 2 years since she left, and i think of her still. some mornings i wake up and reach for her across the bedsheets and then i remember. sometimes i make my coffee the way she liked hers, and mistakenly fix her a cup out of habit. there are even days where i want to ask her what i should cook for dinner, or if she'd prefer to order out. but eventually i remember. i remember that some ghosts are alive, and are forever beyond our grasp. if the span of all that i've ever loved is a map, then it has been stripped of its biggest continent. i still remember how she'd look at me when our love was young, how she'd call my name in a thousand glowing tones that now echo in my head at night. it is not sadness anymore. no, those days have passed. 2 years is a long time and a person can change in so many ways. but i think of her still. it's been 2 years, and i know now that i will always think of her xx

I loved and love him like none other before. He was my happiness, my guiding light and my own darkness dimmed his light too far so that he had to go and find it by himself again without telling me it was dying. Now I am left here wondering if I can ever find him again, maybe change his mind, make him see that it all wasn't as bad as it got painted by the dark and long January evenings. I never had so much joy in life, it was all his doing, he made my chest feel lighter and my days brighter, my colors more vivid and every time he spoke it was like a new melody that I will never forget. Yet now I sit here, all alone, crying, unable to eat or even drink, I barely get by, simply hoping I can grace death soon and tell him all about this man that I love, I will tell death to keep off him because he deserves the world and I will find his soul again in another life. It has to be him, maybe the curcimstances weren't right in this timeline so I will find him in the next and make him king of the world. I love him with all that I am and no matter what, it will always be him.

I feel like I was born to hear this music. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever listened to. Keep working my friend

I live in Las Vegas and its cold man, I'm talking i watched a guy ask for a quarter and they looked at the guy like he pulled out a crack pipe, so comnections are hard out here. I meet this girl at a hotel bar and we chilled for two days, she bought most my drinks and was so funny and people say I'm funny but we were electric those two nights and she shared a kiss, nothing gross but there was a moment we both got silent and you feel the energy, just good vibes with no words it was almost magic. Those two nights were more special than any relationship or any girl I've shared my bed with, my world didn't feel black and white anymore she added some color to it, we were truly kindred spirits. I still go to that bar and i think about her, i know she's long since forgotten about me and to her it was just another night but to me? One of the most sincere and special nights i spent with a woman. I hopes shes doing well.

I have everything……Im abundant in family, friends, romance and even money…..yet Im alone. Im tremendously lonely because Im misunderstood. How does one live life knowing everyone you meet is thinking you're someone else……They think I am human…..when In actuality I am a monster……….

I love to burn with your love. Though it leaves me breathless and renders me speechless often. I still do love so much to burn with this enormous love i carry inside my chest for you. I think about the impossibility of it. Not even the unrequitedness of it. Merely the impossibility of it. It is so wild, so, so wild. How a person's heart could fill itself so full with something only designed to burn it out and turn it into ashes. I have no idea what my random words are trying to say here. And my head is spinning a little. But my heart is burning still. God i havent the slightest idea as to whichever things in life are real and genuine and earnest and true. But i think of this enormous fire in my heart that erupts whenever your soft face flashes in my mind or before my eyes and i swear, i swear to whoever it is i ought to swear to, to make myself believed, that my love for you is real. And it is realer than anything i have ever felt in my entire life. It is realer than any kind of fear ive felt. We both know at this point how i dislike my life, how i view it as simply so devoid of any meaning, how i wish for it to cease. But i think about how i love you and i have to reconsider everything. If there was ever a way for me to lead this life with your shoulders brushing mine, me basking in the sunlight spilling from this softness on your face, losing myself completely in your company, then id pray to the gods for my life and yours to never end. What does a 20 year old girl whos never even held anyone's hand romantically know about love and other things? But i swear you make me feel as if i were the inventor of love myself. As if my heart beats only to scream your name. As if i was brought to this world only to love you. And i am completely aware of the fact that this love in me will never have a meaningful result, nor will it take me anywhere. And i sometimes think, with such lightness and ease in my heart, that maybe i had been wrong all along. You were nothing but another of my silly obsessions to keep me distracted from the boredom of my life. But then again your face and this expression on it flashes before my mind and i am rendered speechless and breathtaken once again. I dont even know and i know i never will. But how i wish to write your name out here. How i wish to hold your face in my palms and will you to look into my eyes, giving you no chance to look away. How i wish to make you understand how unbearable it becomes at times. How unbearable you and your love and your everything feels over me. And maybe someday, inevitably, this love in my heart for you will rot my heart completely. Who knows. Or even who knows i will meet some other flower-faced people that wont be impossible to love. And i will love with my everything once again. But i promise you and swear to all the gods that have put this love in me for you inside and are bearing witness as i lay here writing these words, that i will never love anyone as much as i love or like the way i love you. I shan't and i cant. And i cant write anything anymore. No, i think. No.

i still love you, so much. it hurts so goddamn bad. our memories feel like the best dreams, i miss your voice, u, us. i’m secretly hoping ur still in love with me. please tell me u want me, plz give me your love again. i miss u much lp

cannot wait for someone i like to be into souls cause my face is lopsided af (joke)

" and as i sed tears for the one that forgot me the ones by my side kept me company , compelling of freedom non wiser than i was i kept waiting for the one who left me behind thinking he shall return, at least one of both thought the other was its destiny in gods will "

I met him in 2009. We were in the same school, and I used to wait for him to arrive at the bus in the morning every day just to see him. When he didn’t show up, I used to cry, even though he didn’t even notice me back then. I just loved his presence, vibe, and energy. I became his sister’s best friend, and she knew that I had feelings for him without even telling her. After several years, we saw each other. I don’t remember how it happened, but I was a completely different person. I worked on myself and lost 50 kilos. But in that era of time, I wasn’t interested in him. This time he was the one who was in love. He tried to approach me, but I rejected him because I was talking to another guy. He even talked to my older sister, telling her to watch out for the guy that I used to date back then, because he wanted to be with me. I didn’t continue with the new guy, and yes, Rami was right, he was an asshole. After a year, he reached out to me. We saw each other, but it was super weird. I wasn’t myself because I didn’t feel okay at that time, we were both young and on a journey to self-discovery. I last saw him in 2018, and he moved to Germany. Last month by accident, I passed by his neighborhood, and I noticed that my love for him is real. I just felt his presence and felt nostalgic. I got back home and talked to him. I instantly followed his Instagram account and sent him "I miss you." He replied after an hour, telling me that he misses me and if I could come to Germany. But I didn’t know if he was serious about it, so we continued talking that day and then I knew that he is the love of my life. I wish that I had accepted and kissed him back when he tried, and I wish he knows how much I love him. After 15 years, I still love him. With his flaws, insecurities, everything… even the things that he is embarrassed about, I love it.

Space dust by me Just some dust floating through space, Brushing into many others on their endless journey In this moment stars align, two meet and this time, they don't let go. We are two of trillions upon trillions of specs in the universe, but here we are, you and I, holding onto one another And I don't want to let go There's this gravitational force pulling me towards you, as though the universe said "yeah, it's time"

She walks by herself down the long corridor. The bright marble floor reflects her image back to her. She doesn't appear to notice this fascination though she is entranced by the painting displayed at the far end of the corridor. It was intricately made and clearly a prized possession of the collection as it was given its own spotlight. Its wide canvas covers the wall leaving only slivers of blue from the wall left to be seen at the edges. It is clearly worn with age as the paint is faded and slightly cracked. Although rife with age the beauty of the painting shines through. It showcases the image of a woman in a bright yellow sundress lying underneath a swaying willow. The paint seems to leap off the canvas as beams of sunlight shining through the willow’s branches come to life. Besides the lying woman is a young man, youthful-looking with a small smirk dancing playfully across his lips. The woman’s eyes meet the man’s and with it the evident love they felt for each other with soft looks of affection shared between them. The girl reaches the end of the corridor. She stares at the painting captivated by it for a mysterious reason even she did not know of, be it beauty or perhaps something else. Silently she looks to her left. A boy appears beside her sharing the same captivating interest in the painting. They eerily look similar to the image displayed on the canvas. They both left the museum that day feeling as if they had found something dearly loved and lost. That day at the museum was as if those two lovers in the painting had found each other in this life if only to say “I knew I would find you again my love”.

"I know that's you, love." she said, exasperated fondess warming her voice. He groaned and smiled lovingly. "How could you tell? My guises are always so perfect and yet you manage find me every single time." A tiny grin tugged at her lips. "Don't you know, my love?" He leaned forward expectingly. "Know what?" "My soul would yearn for yours even if you wore the face of the grimmest monster to ever be. It would love ever scrap of that creature and bring me to my knees should I ever know the notion of leaving it. You could never trick souls, dear. Don't you know that?" A shocked laughter rose from his lips. "I know now, love." He smiled, soft as downy. "I know now."

The human experience can be equally euphoric as it is devastating. In an appropriately horrific milieu, perhaps the cruelest of all Animalia-istic fates is to be aware of what all other animals would naturally be exempt - having been fortunate enough to lack the cerebral capacity

Though I do not possess any real talent like any other real writers, I write out of pure interest and love for reading stories or reading a beautiful poem that speak of love, I have enjoyed reading all of the lovely comments while listening to the music. ❤

You kept my heart aflutter. Drifting through the vast ocean unmarred. Now I am but a shell. Exposed, marbled inner surface anchored in the sand. Around me pieces of others past, pulverized but swaying with the current. Rocking back and forth tersely, I clutch a piece of the old you. How tight should I squeeze this? The ocean is louder now. I can't focus. Where is my other half? The sun reaches down but never seems to stay still. Is it not for me? I dream of being like you. But I don't know you anymore, and the same sand surrounds me. You and me have seen everything. But now everything is yours and yours alone. You can have it. I will never be the same after you, and we can never be together again. But why is it that you get to shape me and move on? Was I always this brittle? How can I ever change again? What is left but to watch these crumbs of me flake off and drift on.

I dated for 4 months, in the start it didn't seem right but the time made me think that we could work. Has 3 weeks that we broke up but I can't feel that sad, because I know that I have a lot of love to give, if in an odd relationship I tried my best, in the right one I know that I can do my best and one of the prettiest things in life it is to know we can love and be loved

I am looking for you in myself Searching unknown streets Its paths are lost beneath my feet I breathe in its suspicious fog Search for what I don't remember I saw him somewhere Long ago, out of reach He gave me a gift In a light and extended blue Lean on your wing Your eyes only watch the cold worlds pass by Glitter in the dust........

I came upon you like a drunkard stumbles on a pile of rocks. I stepped all over you, twisted my ankle and fell hard. It was only then, looking up that I saw a mess of delicateness strewn with shattered glass hearts. I was torn in so many ways, but none so beautifully as you.

" i was the fool who loved him so much that the words stuck in my throath and choked in feelings "

[Dark academia episode] Charlie was right in front of me, and in the heat of the classroom at the end of april, it was almost as out sweats were melting together. I approched a finger to touch his back and immediately retrieved it. I couldn't. He made me promise to never speak to him again. "The Picture of Dorian Gray became a classic because of the universal human experience that is portrayed. Which one?" , asked Miss Lovelace, our teacher of Classic English Literature. I always loved her, because she spoke endlessly, passionetely. It often consumed me, the way she held our glances, longer then we ever could. "Well, beauty.", suggested Ava. "Beauty is a pretext, it's the train to bring the reader to experience self-loathing.", argued Thomas. This class was a seminar, so we were only six. We weren't afraid to contradict each other, even insult each other when there was the opportunity. But don't be fooled, we were all in love with each other, in a harrowing, hurtful way. I couldn't remember the last time I went outside our dorm and spoke to another human being. They were all I knew. "Clarisse, do you have something to add?", smirked Miss Lovelace. I had always been her favorite. And of course, I knew what that book was about, but saying it would only tense the room. "It's about- " Everyone turned to face me, except for Charlie, who seemed to retrieve even further in himself. "It's about obsession." Someone -I don't know who- gasped. I think everybody else just laughed. "Well she would know , that's for sure." , Evie let out. She hadn't mean it in a bad way, as she was quite fascinated by my methods, but it still stung. "She surely writes in an obsessive way, Evie, but isn't that wonderful? As Donna Tart says, «I'm nothing in my soul if not obsessive»" , said the teacher, kindly. "Yeah I mean, it's cool and mysterious to be obsessive, but when the police gets involved for stalking, maybe that's too far, you know.", said Charlie, not meeting my eyes. Miss Lovelace walked slowly toward him and took a minute before answering. "Oh no, I think she's the only one that truly has the heart of a novelist. Relentless, heartless, methodic. That's why what she writes is better than all of you." At this moment, everyone took out their notebook and started taking notes. I stood up a little to see what they were writing ; "Relentless." "Be crazy when you write" "Even if it involves the police" Just like that, I went from the crazy one to the successful one. I smirked at Miss Lovelace and she winked in response.

One day, this will all just be a story someone tells. Make it a love story .

I’ve been in my own share of romantic situations, nothing felt like she did, nothing spoke to my soul like her, nothing went through me and stayed so profoundly, so rooted as she did, a bond of two souls, I never asked her to stay either, the moment she wanted to leave, even though it obliterated me from within, I let her, I hope she finds what her soul requires, even if it’s got nothing to do with me

People are listening to this writing poetry or painting. Doing something really inspiring. Meanwhile, I’m over here romanticising my D&D character and boyfriends NPC together while listening to this… 🥴

I was looking at his eyes now realizing that's what the stars were inspired of, the flames danced around his amber eyes an eternal tango. I was doomed to remember this day forever, his eyes every time I would look in his eyes, those beautiful planets. For the first time in my life I figured what a total eclipse of a heart means.

Ive had several romances, but nothing pains me more than the one girl who got away. Unfortunate circumstances, but it is wasn't even lust, it was love and neither of us knew it. Months of build up and witty flirting. Then we hang out and heavy passionate romance, everything but all the way. Then her best friend had a crush on me and said she was goin to end their friendship since she went behind her friends back even though I never liked her friend to begin with. So at the end of the day of hanging out, I went to drop her off, and about 150 feet from her house I pulled over to the side of the road. I went in for one more kiss. She puts all her weight into my shoulder with her head, and we intensely kiss for a couple of minutes. I drop her off, and right before I'm about to leave she runs back out, takes her hand and lifts my chin, then kisses me again. That was the last time we were ever a thing.

damn, I've always wanted a playlist with this title

I love someone I have memories of, but haven’t met them in this life. I keep living my life and want to date. I just can’t help but think if I look behind me, they’ll just appear. I wonder what kind of person they’ve become? I know their soul, but as we’re both living and breathing now, I have no idea who they really are. It’s an abstract thought, but I just want them to be happy. I hope he’s happy. I needed to write this down to get it out of my system.

Why everything has to feel so empty? Is it the fear of the grief of losing you or the unending wish to involve you in all my happiness and sorrow? What's this happiness for? Is it because u are close or because u are happy too... What is it that i have got to lose? Nothing..But losing you frightens me ... I may have lived all alone all this long but the rest i cant imagine without u...

Listening to this while writing a literature essay is just perfect.

"Rieux, thought it too: that a loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion of duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart."

When she was with me. It was lust. But when she left me, only then I fell in love with her.

I feel this thing will be listened by me on repeat. Wonderful playlist, thank you very much for your work! It gives a feeling of lightness and joy. It's much easier to work, I feel my depression is being supressed by it. Thank you a lot!)

Non ho mai avuto una connessione d'anima cosi' potente come con lui Era la mia "casa", eravamo il posto dove il mio e il suo cuore erano al sicuro.Con lui mi sentivo intera e felice quando la mia mano stringeva la sua..non erano le cose materiali che volevo e che riuscivano a farmi star bene ma era , l'energia,la luce,la forza interiore che insieme sprigionavamo,Come una formula magica, insieme creavamo e sentivamo al di la' dei nostri corpi connessioni incredibili ,rare. Per me ,anche se e' finita,non e' mai finita, vive in me tutto l'amore che ho provato e ho per lui..ma la vita ci ha separati e io ogni giorno ,non posso far altro che dedicargli tutti i miei piu' teneri pensieri e soprattutto, quando ascolto la musica,alla quale lui mi ha appassionata, augurargli tutto il bene che l'universo puo' inviare a un uomo cosi' speciale..Mi manchi Pas! Grazie Luminoso per aver pubblicato ,queste note dolcissime capaci di far aprire il mio cuore.

thank you this is gold.

I don't know why I'm afraid of losing you, even after i know that you will never be mine , you never meant to be mine , i will never show you my actual feelings just because i don't wanna ruin our friendship, but in deep of my heart I'm in love with your soul and i will always love you from far away ,, lots of love Y♡

That's a problem for me. My face is fine, but my soul is broken.

I'm listening to your mix while writing a story with my comfort character and gosh, it's so inspiring...! Thanks for existing!

As we get older in life we learn the most valuable thing to cherish is time our time is the most valuable thing.. if we had one more day on this Earth what would we do would we spend it all day holding our loved one in our arms just looking at their face

This music gives me a vibe of meeting a complete stranger in a foreign land. Spending time together until we go our own way and never see each other again, only to have that person in my memories for the rest of my life.

Though my bf face is something special....I still love his soul his smile and aura a lot forever ♾️ shivu 💜

I like the message😢 but when you have a daughter and she looks just like her mom.. not only do you love the soul , put you fall in love with the face too and you just can't get that face out of your mind... Especially if you lost them

She came back… the girl i loved the most came back , the only girl i truly loved came back but it was all just a dream In my dream there was this girl and when i looked at her i didn’t recognize her but something was in her eyes , those eyes wasn’t just “eyes” it brought me back to that time we were sitting outside cause we were neighbors and we used to sit all the night talking about life and those things… one night as i was waiting for her she came out and well she was late the first thing she said was “sorry i was drawing” and then started to sit down i was just looking at her wondering how can someone be that beautiful and i said nothing “Look at my messy hair… it look ugly as hell” she said I was just staring and she looked me in the eyes for the first time ever it woke me up it shook something in me that look made me attached to her and she went by “why are you staring at me ?” I couldn’t say anything better than “i am not” In the dream i got the same feeling and those eyes literally woke me up and this time my heart was shaking , same thing with my hands but i started to feel some kind of love again and after 3 years of being emotionally dead , i had felt something inside me some kind of love growing again the same eyes that killed me brought me back to life since that night I’ve found myself , my life is getting better as i take better actions and quitting the bad things In the end i wanna say a knife can kill you but it can save you as well sometimes you just have to feel the sharpness of it to cut the bad things off

Il fruscio e' quello del ricordo ; il rumore della meccanica del pianoforte e' , per me il rimpianto .. Magnifica anche questa ! Complimenti !😊

My God, what is this love that made me touch the air? We were young and now we want to kiss each other under the Basra sky and in front of people. I love him. Oh my God, I want to be with him for the rest of my life and to give this life as a sacrifice for our love that will not fade no matter what happens. The galaxy will collapse and we will return to life and I will return to your embrace . I love you Abbas forever

Ha nem velem eszel, Nem kell az étel, Nem ízlik, Úgy hiányzol, nézd a szívem, Miszlik,

Peacefully precious moments😌🕊️🍁🪐✨☀️💗

how beautiful a painting and portrait of

Jem Carstairs...someone i love the most, someone that doesnt exist...his and mine, both souls were made for each other...maybe not here, but in somewhere

Thanks for this playlist, it really helps me calm my mind while reading❤

Thanks for that, love your work ❤

I listen to this every night. Thank you so much :)

what a beautiful playlist! thanks for creating them :)

I listen to this while cleaning the kitchen 🧹

This seems to just heal broken hearts and mend it back into one whole piece 💛🦋🪻💫 (Amazing playlist!)

come back to me, i miss you so much, everyday is pain without you 💔

«Спасибо за то время, которое мы провели с тобой. Сейчас у каждого другая жизнь. Надеюсь, ты так же, как и я, вспоминаешь эти моменты нашей весны и лета с легкой приятной грустью». М.

I fall in love with bowls, not vases 🥣

Beautiful ❤❤❤

yaaay new wonderful playlist)) thanks for the hard work 💌💘

Your playlists are perfect for when wanting to escape reality and live in a fantasy world :)). Do you know the exact piece which starts at 8:20???

I'm literally crying reading all the comments, i have a story too like everyone else that sometimes i want to forget but on the other side i don't want to forget cuz that heartbreak made me the person i am today. I'm still with the same person, only he could put in place the broken pieces and now i love this scar i have from him cuz it reminds me that after all he choose me it was a way to prove that we couldn't be without each other. I know we fight everyday to find happiness but if there isn't fear or pain there isn't love. I love the way he makes me feel, i love the way he is only with me i love he can talk to the little kid in me and he makes me so happy. i am thankful for the patience he shows to me all the time when depression hits me when anxiety or panic attacks are back he is there to make me sure I'm not alone. He makes my life so much better i love you my soulmate.

I still love him million times even he made me miserable. I cannot forget for what he had done bad things to me but my heart cannot stop loving him

Tysm yt recommendations :'3

I was here and I loved.

0:47 0:54 I love 1:35 me and her we both in every present moment 2:27 we be together 2:54 and in different places 3:37 I feel her warmth 4:33 I love 5:08

Very beautiful and peaceful. I subscribed

i miss him and us