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mellow & nostalgic bgm/songs ✵ soothing piano music
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Date of upload: Feb 24, 2021 ^^
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Top Comments of this video!! :3
Time to sleep ❌
Time to DREAM ✔
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infjs and infps are here i guess, this is our most safe place to be.
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i’m missing the old me, the old me who was drawn to poets, novels, arts and music. the old me who loves fairytales and myths... and now thanks to this 😭 i finally get myself back up. words are tangled on my mind, but now i think i now know how to untangle them piece by piece ❤️ i feel like i am finally HOME.
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THE FIRST ONE IS EXACTLY WHAT VIBE I WAS LOOKIN FOR
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Does anyone ever feel like they were born in the wrong world?
I feel at home when thinking about a different world, just a feeling of peace, like I've been there before, and like it's the best place to return to
But the world I'm in, it feels distant and lonely, even the life I lived and the people I know, everything just feels different, like I don't know anyone
I wonder if I was born into the wrong world
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I feel the need to apologize for finding this chanel just now. You're so underrated !! I'm glad I found you..
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My grandmother had a wardrobe that was filled with fur coats and the paint from it had long begun to peel off, but still stood tall pressed against the wall.
She would tell me stories of the adventures she had in there of a distant land that lived in there, as long as you just believed. That the world filled with magical sorts, was called Narnia. She even did tell me the stories of polite, talking foxes she would see and the whispering trees, goat-men that could play the flutes and soaring-high griffins. Now, I've gone in there a dozen times and I'll tell you that what you reached was always the back of the wall, but even older me still had this hope it was real.
No one believed her though and perhaps that might of upset her, but their opinions never changed her mind about what she saw.
Oddly in April, it began to snow and it was the very day she passed away. When everything was being moved out of the house, the last thing left standing was that very wardrobe.
Staring at it for a long while, I decided to give it one more shot and while I struggled to the end, I still can't believe it.
My very fingertips were poked by a leaf of a bush and I pushed through it to find a familiar lamp post. On that lampost had a very polite piece of paper taped onto it.
It said, with my grandmother's handwriting, "you don't have to see it, to believe it. It exists within your heart through love and your soul."
It turned out, she (or whomever) had connected the wardrobe back to the wall that leads to her backyard and you could open it. Either way, I still believe and how it happened isn't the answer. She really was in Narnia, her own world, and as the title says, "nostalgic for a fairytale" she was once in.
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Somehow my heart aches.... it felt like a story of my life is getting replayed in my mind as I listen to this. But at the same time it also feels wonderful.
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The song at 03:26 felt like:
It was in the way they walked, heads held high.
It was in the way they laughed and sang, and told stories to each other.
The way they took a stand against what they thought was wrong.
The way they were unified.
The courage to face dangers to protect one another.
Rallying up their team, making sure everyone was safe and fine.
Making sure that everyone was content.
That was their hope.
And it was what drove them to fulfil their goals.
I could never understand humans.
But it was a powerful force that they had, an invisible force, and unison.
It was called “Hope”.
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i closed my eyes and imagined another me, they were beautiful-
(this also reminds me on a story I'm working on so yes yes)
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I am LOVING the mini library in the comments! I swear everyone here is so talented
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Here are just small scenarios I thought of that is inspired by the songs:
Song 1 : made me think of a man confessing to his lover, he says that he couldn't provide a golden path but he promises to love her and always be by her side.
Song 2 : is where a princess is displaying her sword dance and her path to revenge begins.
Song 3 : is of two playful siblings having the joy of sharing a secret as they explore the hidden parts of their castle.
Song 4 : is of a grandfather scolding his grandchild but then becomes soft and lets him go. He sits by the window and smiles as he watches over his grandchild playing.
Song 5 : A dying consort consoling her daughter, advising her to keep smiling and not to lose her pure soul though they have been abandoned by the emperor.
Song 6 : May I have this dance? Lily turned and smiled as to indicate she accepted. To the middle, they both danced in the grace of the moon. Its their first dance in public but their hands found each other like old friends.
Song 7: A bird in a cage trying to get out. It must go back to its original owner. It struggled for a while, then stopped as a tear fell. "No, it can't be. My master is not dead!"
Song 8 : "You are the heir to this family and you must shoulder the responsibilities"- this kept repeating in the young master's head as he drown himself in alcohol. Raised in a strict environment, he doesn't have anyone to turn to with the exception of a beautiful woman that exist with the alcohol.
Song 9 : Having to choose between her husband and her son, she was forced to poison one of them. The husband is about old and would die soon, and the child playful and can be tiring. With dinner prepared, the father and son mentally prepared themselves as they sat down. However mother was missing and the only trace of her was a note underneath the plate of where she sits for dinner.
Song 10 : Waves crashing along the shores, a cool sea breeze playing with my hair. A little dog ran up to me. I ran leaving prints in the sand. How can I be so energetic when its time for me to leave.
Song 11 : My uncle was the goofy one in the family. We all loved him as he makes us smile all the time. But we didn't see, no, it's just we turned a blind eye to his depression. We forgot to tell him that we truly loved him.
Song 12 : Walking past a portrait of a cold woman, she was ordinary looking, yet there was something about her that captivated my interest. I stared at her for a while then procced to walk off. Oh yes, I remembered...that I killed her last week.
Song 13 : Why are we on eggshells again? I can't breathe properly. Why won't you wake up? I am tired of doing this alone. The TV is running in the background and I sit on the sofa with my cup of hot cocoa and I watch the drama that felt too familiar.
Song 14 : The cute princess ran up to me, her footsteps were as if she was on the clouds. She engulfed me in a hug, I was shocked as I was a general with a scarred face. I am pretty sure I look like a scary monster. My body stiffened, I raised my eyes to her face. She smiled sweetly holding onto a bloody knife.
Song 15 : Bruised and battered, I lay my body on the floor. I just finished digging a grave, my treasures hidden and the body of my wife above it.
Song 16 : The stars twinkled and danced on a black canvas. Oh how I wish to be a part of them. "Take me away," I screamed. Suddenly I was grabbed by the waist and was hoisted into the air. My heart leaped in excitement, but it died as I landed into the arms of my enemy. He smirked and said- "I think you had too much wine at this ball." I scowled and reached for the knife hidden at my thighs. He kept staring at me and why was his hands glued to my thighs?
Song 17 : "Not a moment of peace I could have to myself. A puppet in strings is that who I meant to be?"- I complained to the woman decked in red. Her red heels lifted my head as she sat on the throne. " Dear son, its not yet time to pass this lovely throne to you," she replied.
Song 18 : Is it time of goodbye? Must we part ways? You see the world in black and white, haven't it occurred to you that sometimes the colors blur out and grey appears?...Teacher, of all the lessons you gave me, your death was the hardest to accept. I still can't see the grey but my vision now is red.
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My childhood was a fairytale. Now nothing but glimpses of the past remains. At times I sit alone as nostalgia hits me, flooded by the memories of my once enchanted kingdom.
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What a feeling to have when a solid warmth curled up beside you at the depth of night. So loving and delicate. Tender and affectionate. Within a moment, it's like you've fallen in a state of deep meditation, in the here and the now. It's no longer a bed beneath you, but a web of strings that fabricate the whole universe itself. The wavelengths resonates, as they drift you along the gentle current of a river, reflecting ancient gleams from stars and galaxies hundreds of thousands of light years away. In that instance, it suddenly dawns on you, how fortunate you are to be here, how fate has destined for you to be here.
The multiverse may exist, as quantum physics says there may be limitless possibilities.
Yet you are here.
How many stars have been born and died, violently, ever since the birth of the universe, ever since the start of time, to become the iron in your blood, the manganese in your bones, or the zinc in almost every of your enzymes.
How your distant ancestors were able to dodge every life-ending threat: predators, ice ages, meteor collisions and a myriad of other events, to survive until their reproductive age.
How the right mutations arised at the right time of history, at the right place of the DNA, to allow the right evolutions to take place, and then made you as you are.
How your parents managed to find each other among billions of people. How your grandparents did just that. And your great-grandparents. Great-great-grandparents. Great-great-great-grandparents. Or any generetions before that.
How the very sperm that carried half of your genetic make-up managed to become the first ever to fuse with your mom's egg - the very egg that succeeded to reach maturity and escaped the fate of deterioting as a polar body.
As Binazir says, your chance of existance is a mere one in a ten to the power of almost two point seven million.
Which, if you did pay attention to math classes in high school, is close to none.
Yet still, you are here.
P/s: Well yup, I've just got high from holding my cat in bed lol
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I'm a person who fall in love to the moon, I waited patiently every night to see him and finally talk to him, I always looked at Him high as he was in the sky, there are times that cloud are so dark, and I feel like I can't see him tonight, but far away I see the star, it's remind me that he was Just there, trying to exist upon the dark clouds.. I smile and close my eyes.. I dream of one day ' the sun will embrace the moon, I believed they shared Their lights together for a very long time, they're meant to be, they're connected. They love each other. Today I looked at my window it's 12.afternoon, it makes me amazed how beautiful the day, when u have someone you know being inlove with you .
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Once upon a time, there was a Jester, filled with hope and candor. The Jester lived on the road, carried away by the flow of the universe, with for only companion a bright little dog, showing them the way.
One day, the Jester met a fine young person, with bright golden eyes, beautiful ruby shoes, an elegant dress, a magical staff, and a smile as bright as the sun. The girl presented herself as envoy of justice, holding the great power of love, walking the land in search of villain to defeat. Offering to travel with with them, the girl and the Jester walked for three days and three nights. The girl would tell them about the many adventures she had, like the day she made a villain redeem themselves. "Such a wonderful person you are !" said the Jester. The girl, prideful, giggled and clicked her ruby shoes together, making a cheerful sound.
"These days are so peaceful, isn't ?" said the Jester. "Oh yes, they are. Peace is good to have, I guess." said the girl. "To keep the world’s peace… I was born, after all."
They walked again for three days and three nights. During this time, the Jester noticed that the girl changed a bit. She would gaze into nothing, mumble to herself, and sometimes ignore the Jester. In fact, "peace" was not truly what she wanted.
One day, they stopped by a oh so bright town, with children laughing, maiden dancing, and elderly singing. While the Jester took part in the festivity, the girl watched in silence. Worried, the Jester reached for her.
"Why is it still so peaceful ? I hate it in here. It's... It's like I'm not even here... I am the chosen one. Who would protect the world besides me ? Someone has to be the villain…"
In this instant, something cracked. She vowed to love everything in the world, but now, all she could hear was the sound of hatred, sinking deeper than love. All that was left was a collapsing heart.
Taking her wands, she stabbed herself without a second thought. Wings grew from her back, and her dress covered itself in scales. Her once golden eyes became darker than night. In no time, she set the entire town ablaze. The Jester, narrowly escaping out of cheer luck, did not even turn their back. All they could hear was the sound of destruction, and the scream of hatred.
On this day, the Jester met hatred, after having met love.
Continuing their journey, they met a duo. They met another young person, with a very mundane appearance. The Jester was not even sure if they were a woman or a man. With them, there was a small shy girl, with a green suit, and green hair, and with eyes concealed with cloths, and carrying a small green hammer.
"We're travelers too." said the mundane. "My friend right here is a guardian that fight for the justice and balance of this land !" they said proudly. "Isn't that true, my friend ?". The small girl nodded quietly. With the duo, the Jester walked once again for three days and three nights.
"And you ?" said the Jester at some point, "Who are you ?" "Me ? I'm no one. I departed from my home long ago, because I was too weak. But with my friend right here, I'm much stronger." "Aren't you just taking strength by proxy ?" retort the Jester. "This is friendship. You use your friends, and they use you. Isn't that true, my friend ?" "Yes. There was no mention of "friendship" in the text of laws. Yet, it seemed to be such a strong power, it could help me in upholding the justice and balance of this land." said the small girl. The mundane smilled quietly, yet proudly.
Truth to be told, they did not knew what would be the price of this "friendship".
They walked once again for three days and three nights. Like the lady before, the Jester noticed something strange. The small green girl started to mumble to herself too.
"We were... friends right ?" she said, falling on her knees. "Are you alright ?" said the mundane. "I need to... threat everyone equally..." As she spoke, her eyebinder started burn away.
"Why did you betray me, Hermit ? Did our friendship meant nothing ?" "What are talking talking about, my friend ?" said the mundane. "No ! We're no friends ! You betrayed me ! Sinner of the other world !" said the small girl, her binder eaten her way by acidic tears, revealing red blood eyes. "What do you mean ?! Of course we are ! My friend... Friends use each others. Use me ! For the balance and justice of your land..."
In this moment, the mundane found themselves surrounded and engulfed in cloths. I their place, there was now an old, hooded figure, carrying a wand. "At last, we meet again, my old friend." said the figure. "You fall again, betrayed by your dear friend."
The small girl, maddened with wrath, changed too. She grew by ten feet, her form changing into something of monster, shedding acid, her hands changed into child-sized hammer heads, and an eye grew on her torso. Growling, she immediately lunged toward the Hermit, knocking away the poor Jester. Deciding to not loose any time, the Jester run away, leaving the two mawing each others.
On this day, the Jester met wrath, after having met courage.
I'll continue later ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v This story is very much inspired by the video games "Lobotomy Corporation" and "Library of Ruina" by Project Moon, and by the webcomic "Wonderlab" by MIMI. Please check them out !!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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Small PoV
Her hands gripped the railing as she leaned forward. The wind blowing through her hair, cool and calm. Her heart aches, memories started to flood her mind. How many years has it been? A decade or maybe a century? Tears pricked her eyes, turning shiny and glossy.
Why did the gods let her live for so long. Everyone, everyone she loved has left her. A wounded heart and a battered emotional unstableness accompanied her everyday. Waiting for the time when she could finally rest.
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“You look lonely, Milady.” A voice spoke from behind her. She turned around, seeing a tall young man with golden hair and emerald eyes. A smile made its way to her plump lips. “I just miss my mother. Nothing to worry about.” She reassured the lad, once again turning around to face the wonderful night scenery.
The stars danced, the moon shone ever so brightly like it was made for this night. “Would you mind if I asked you to dance with me, Milady?” The man smiled at her and took out his hand for her to hold. She nods and took his hand, putting her fan on the railing of the tower.
“You look incredibly beautiful tonight, Milady.”
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Tears streamed down her face at the memory. How she wished they could dance again. How she wished she could hold him close to her again. Decades had passed and her heart still belonged to the lad. She had been waiting, waiting for him to come back.
“You promised me that you’d come back…”
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I have been really stressed out lately and this playlist helped so much. Along with blowing up Minecraft villages
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When I listen to this I can become that little fairytale fairy just fluttering around my Garden Of Jasmine, Roses & Such where I meet the another little fairy and we flutter & bring happiness to all the new an existing fairies that enter here. Much love ♥️🌹✌️🧚🙏😁🍀🕊️🤍🦋🌈⛲🧸🌻
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