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mellow & nostalgic bgm/songs ✵ soothing piano music
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Date of upload: Dec 12, 2021 ^^
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Hiraeth; an nostalgia or longing for a home that doesn't exist. A place that you to belong to.
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I watched Howl's Moving Castle this weekend and I am feeling this so hard right now. I feel like Sophie at the beginning of the movie, resigned to a life that's, y'know, fine, but not what I really want out of life. Only wizards and magic and moving castles don't exist in this world, so I'm just stuck with the way things are
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I used to be able to enjoy daydreaming, but now I feel ashamed because this feeling of not belonging in this world is just a weak coping mechanism against my pathetic reality.
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The piano in this is so soothing! It makes me want to sleep in an empty summer classroom in the deep blue sky after finals.
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You dream in tones of sepia, washed out and far away.
You dream in notes of mystery, echoing and whimsical.
You dream in scents of flowers, sweet and gentle.
You dream in flavours of berries, exciting and fresh.
You dream in feelings of sunlight, soft and warm.
You dream that you stand upon the edge of a fairytale forest. In your dream, inside this forest, is adventure. You dream of this adventure, this far-off idea of disembarking on a quest to find yourself and find others along the way. You dream of stepping forward, into the forest and onto the path that will lead you to the place you belong. Who knows where this path of dreams will take you? Perhaps walking it will lead you to a destiny far greater than you can ever imagine, or maybe it will lead you to a different world entirely. It could lead to love, or to something you had all along. It might lead to the thing that you're missing, the thing that left a gaping hole in your soul that you feel the ache of every day. It might lead to fulfillment.
You dream of walking that path and finding where it leads. You dream of leaving your world behind and entering into a new one, one where there is no hurt nor pain nor emptiness. You dream of kicking off your shoes and socks and running into the forest whole-heartedly, feeling the dirt and grass and earth beneath your feet. You dream of never regretting a decision that leads to satisfaction and happiness. You dream of learning to love yourself.
But that is all these words are: a dream. The actions you might take are a dream, the treasures at the end of the path are a dream, the path is a dream.
Tell me this, child: When will you stop dreaming? When will you stop stalling? When will you take that first step towards the forest and carve the path out for yourself? When will you grasp the adventure with your own two hands and walk towards your future with your own two feet? When will you stop wanting for another world where your spot is already made for you and instead force the world to bend to your whims?
You could start now, child, or you could start later. But if you never start, you will spend your whole life dreaming.
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'What do you mean by that?"
She spoke the words softly, gazing at the other who stared back at her with a sullen contempt. His eyes held a strange sorrow, one she had not seen for many years. It had not been long since their wedding. In fact, she could almost hear the soft noises of violins and gentle cellos in the back of her ears at the memory of it. However, her mind was broken from the spell of the symphony as he reached forward. She gently took his hand, feeling its warmth. She could feel his palm slide into her own, the rough callouses gently scratching against her soft skin. They were so different, so wonderfully different. She loved him with all her heart, but there were times when she felt as if she did not know him... as if there was a stranger standing before her. He smiled at her, the edges of his lips pulling up and creasing with a worn, but warm expression. Worry began to fill her mind, endless thoughts plaguing her like a wolf stalking in the night. Why was he smiling like that? Why was he holding her palm so gently as if it was a piece of delicate glass?
"I miss you. Oh God do I miss you... I miss your laughter... I miss your smile..."
Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Why would he say such words? She was here! She was right in front of him! She raised a hand, gently releasing his from her own, before placing it against his cheek. Why was he so warm... and yet she was so cold? Her eyes trailed from the soft tears leaking out of his own to the window, where the curtains lightly twisted and entangled themselves with the gentle wind blowing through the open glass. Her eyes caught the light, seeing as it traveled down and sprinkled itself among the two... however, her skin was a softer shade, almost translucent. Perhaps... perhaps it was time to go. Perhaps it was time to let go of this fantasy she held... that she was still here... holding on to him... not letting him move past her. She took a deep breath, removing her hand from his cheek and placing it in her lap. It was her turn to smile sadly, to gaze at him with love and sorrow.
"I miss you too... but do not worry... we were meant for another world, you and I... and one day we will be there together..."
She whispered the words softly, the gentle breeze carrying them to his ears like a kiss. He glanced up, his eyes searching desperately, but seeing nothing. His gaze landed on the small bench outside, half expecting to see her there in her sunhat with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. For a moment... he did see her... but it was only for a moment... and then she was gone.
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Hello starseed! Good to see you here. If you are feeling lost, don’t worry. You are not alone in this. Yes, you are not from this world. Yes, you may miss your home. But there’s a reason why you chose to come here. To share your beautiful unique light. So don’t give up! It will all be worth it at the end!
Sending you love, light and healing✨
Namaste🙏
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I really feel like I wasn't supposed to be born in this time period
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I'm more busy with the past like 80s90s and beautiful calm fantasy lands where you were a big big dress and your running through a beautiful flower field and a sunny day with only the birds chirping yet I'm stuck here , Don't get me wrong I don't hate hate it here but I wish I was somewhere more calm and nice and aesthetically pleasing
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Everyone in the comment section makes me wanna cry. so many beautifully written stories ❤
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Of carefree smiles, lifted away
Of a blissful summer day
Of a tear that's left your eye
Of the little ways we die
Of the moments stuck in time
Of the last quarter, and the last dime
Of the things we cherish most
Of the raging sunlit coast
Forever on top, gazing out
Of a tired scream or shout
We give up, in our little ways
And say goodbye to our summer days
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She always had a calling to the sea, but she never knew why. Tonight, she stood on the docks which lead from an old lighthouse. No longer in use, yet the light remained. Was it her her calling? Her calling to wait and allow the waves and mist to part. Then she saw it. A glorious ship sailing towards her with a lone captain on deck. That's when she knew...
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My soul screams. It might be the night, the beautiful resilient night that reminds me of home. So distant, yet so near its painful. The hurt in my throat a gentle reminder. There was once a time, I lived elsewhere. In a palace surrounded by others. Alive with their trivial chatter, my parents away, and harsh but still adoring of me. My bedroom simple and much too big, the window constantly open, inviting. Asking the world to come in, converse with me. On the other side, my family stood. My friends. The boys and girls I’d grown up with, I could hear their laughter, the way they made fun of me for taking so long to get ready and meet them. My days were simple, I’d tie my hair with a ribbon, pick a loose dress and head out to the woods, ready to see, to observe and explore. My days were filled with laughter, shared among my companions as we sprinted through the bands of trees. And then there was you, you and I always stayed there a little longer than we should’ve. We stayed until we could see the moon greet us. And I’d ruin each of my beautiful dresses time and time again by laying on the grass with you, and looking, enamored, at this world. How could such a beautiful thing be? The sky covered, in what appeared to be spirits, stars which shone so brightly. Nothing obstructing their view, no telephone towers or wires, no grayish light pollutants. Just the gifts the gods gave us millennia ago. I miss you, and that place, and those stars. My heart aches at the frivolity of this world. Will my soul ever go back? Will I ever touch that land again? I’m so homesick.
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Dust glittered in the sun filled room. She watched it float across the paned glass, hands fiddling with paper stars. Slowly, the jar filled with bright, bold colors mingling with each other into a beautiful rainbow. Is it like this? she thought. Her heart pounded at the thought of meeting them. Perhaps it was enough.
Through a vibrant meadow, she carried the jar close to her heart. Under a tree, she waited. And waited. Finally night had come.
"Stars are like messagers for us. Everyday, a star falls to give their shine to another. You are that rising star." On a dusty stone, Maria put the jar of stars and a bouquet of flowers.
"I could not see you in this world, Castor. But you always knew we were meant for another world." She lovingly traced his name on his tomb and walked away with a message in her heart.
"You are my star and I am your messanger."
These playlists are the best inspiration when I want to write and stretch my creativity.
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For as long as I can remember, I had stories to tell. I always had worlds and adventures in my head that begged to be written down, and I did write them. But I can't write them all. There's an infinite number of stories to be told, and I only have time for a few of them. So join me at my campfire, I will listen to your stories, and you can listen to mine.
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[Wistful by the Wisteria]
Transient thy petals
Be, my tears; fall aplenty.
Each a bruise -- a dream.
🥀
(A haiku, written by me.)
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I sent this to my beloved. She loved it. We are going to read some books together and just hold each other while listening now. Thank you for making such a nice playlist to set this moment with.
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Softly he spoke words of long lost love, tiredly he lay upon those silken blades of grass, a cool breeze blowing over the meadow.
It was a bright day, nothing but the harmonious songs of the land- rustling of the leaves, chirping of the birds- and yet to him it seemed oh so dark, yet blindingly bright. Suffocating in a way that forced his voice out, even if only above a whisper. It grasped at his soul, aiming to squeeze out it's very essence, and he let it. For he didn't see a need to put up a fight, with no one around to listen as he waxed poetically of days long past; Comforting in the way one viewed a mother, embracing him in such a warmth that seemed like too much and too little, caressing the crumbling remains of his heart with a soothing heat.
For all the warmth that he felt, on such a day where the sun shone upon the earth without resistance, illuminating all that the rays could touch, it still felt like night. A time where the world fell into a still darkness, only broken up by slivers of pale moonlight and the voice of sleeping lands, encouraging the world to call to her children, encouraging them to find solace in her unjudging hold.
Be it day or night, sun or moon, she called to her children asking for an answer, and answer they did, answer he did for he knew that despite all that he had done, all he had experienced, Mother Nature would accept him with open arms, never once turning him away even when her children did. This is why he let his voice carry upon the breeze, why he spoke in not but a whisper, allowing the near suffocating acceptance to envelope him.
Mother Nature would listen and that was all that he needed.
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This is so relaxing especially with the 2 ads that play every 2 songs that are totally not killing the calm vibe ❤️
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U know what ... Im in love with dragon 🐲.. I believe in mythical creatures 💜 And that thing makes me think that I was meant for another world 🌙🖤💜
So beautiful !
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@yuecubed
2 years ago
【timestamps + notes + pov】 ✵ [00:00] 1: crystal valley (kashiwa daisuke) ✵ [04:56] 2: reflection (masafumi komatsu) ✵ [10:16] 3: table for two (abel korzeniowski composed, wandering tim cover) ✵ [12:47] 4: path of the wind (joe hisaishi composed, torby brand arrangement) ✵ [16:19] 5: big fish & begonia (jing zhang cover) ✵ [21:33] 6: my quiet forest home (yasunori nishiki composed, hari sivan cover) ✵ [23:50] 7: yonder hills (robin appelqvist) ✵ [26:40] 8: forever unknown (sarah spring) ✵ [29:19] 9: für elise reimagined (alexander joseph) ✵ [35:19] 10: the rose and the thorn (johannes bornlöf) ✵ [41:09] 11: gaze (moux) ✵ [43:50] 12: solace (reeder) ✵ [47:05] 13: silver knot (itoko toma) i really had a great experience making this playlist. music that feels a little happy, a little sad, with a touch of wonder -- it really captures the feelings of nostalgia well. i know many liked my nostalgic for a fairytale playlist, and many asked for more in that style, so this is sort of as a part two. but i do think that the song selection in this one is a bit softer and whimsical. i hope that you enjoy listening <3 a very big thank you to robin appelqvist who very kindly allowed me to use his beautiful music! if you liked "yonder hills", do check out more of his music on his channel www.youtube.com/channel/UClspEvCqqzN1BwXTpkcsj0w or on spotify open.spotify.com/artist/5ArPgd84uY441qGVWBIaPi?si=… and here is a little piece that i wrote up when making this playlist. think of a comfort character when reading; that was what i wrote based off of since this playlist really brought memories back. i hope yall enjoy! 【pov: you and a comfort character】 it takes time, but eventually, you always find your way back here. the same place. it looks just as you last remembered it, only today, a sunset traces the distant horizon. a breeze flutters in the air. besides the grass and wildflowers swaying through the wind, the world is still. silent in serenity. yet you are not alone. there's always one other person, the reason for why you are here. you turn, and there they are, waiting for you. you rush towards them, and they pull you into a hug. "i've missed you," you murmur. they reply, "i've missed you too. I'm so glad you're here." you look up at them, and you smile. you don't need to say anything. they know you as well as you know yourself. some days, you want to talk, and they'll accompany you in conversation. on other days like these, their quiet company is enough to comfort you. your fingers lace with theirs, and the two of you walk up a hill. wildflowers brush against your ankles, the soft crunch of your footsteps against grass following you until you reach the top. there, the two of you fall back into the grass, partially in the shade of an old tree, partially in the rays of remaining sunlight. you rest your head against their shoulder, and the two of you look at the clouds passing by in the broad open skies. you begin to speak. they listen to you. your worries melt away like that, one by one, escaping like your words. you don't worry about judgement. you know that they don't mind listening. with them, you feel safe. time ticks by like that, ever so slowly, until the sun had almost slipped entirely under the horizon. this couldn't go on forever. as your words cease to a pause, you feel the air still between the two of you. finally, you admit, "i wish i could stay here forever, in this world, with you." they're silent for a few moments. then, they squeeze your hand, gently whispering. "we were meant for another world." "why could i not have been born in that world?" they reply, "you're meant for so much more in your own world." they turn to face you, holding you with a soft gaze. "i know you'll be alright without me." "and how do you know that?" a teardrop escapes from your eye. "because you're brave. you're strong. sometimes, i know things can be difficult. perhaps you waver. and that's why i'm here. why i'll always be here. but you can't stay with me forever, because you're so much more than that. i know you can face the world. and i'm so proud that you haven't given up. you don't need me. for yourself, you are enough." "i don't want to leave," you whisper, a tremble caught in your voice. they give a small smile, one with a hint of melancholy. "trust me. it'll be easier than you think." "don't leave me," you insist. another tear slides down your face. yet they only shake their head. the last rays of sunlight flicker through their hair. "it'll be easy," they repeat, "because you know the truth that," they pause, their last words escaping in a quiet hush, "i'm already gone." they fade with the falling sun. the warmth of their hand slips away from yours. as the world falls apart, you finally open your eyes. awakening, your hands reach up to brush your cheek. tears still trace your skin.
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