I remember when I was 5 - 8, every weekend run down stairs and hop on Minecraft at 7:00. Now I get up at like 9:00 and just am always bored 😔😢🥺🥹

la canción es muy tranquila y me gusta la cancion

i remember the old days when me and my brother were little so we were playing minecraft every day🥺

хочу назад в мое детство, хочу вновь испытать те эмоции

2018 was so good..I’ve been crying for a hour straight

Don't be sad about it. Smile because it happened with you.

C418 - Subwoofer Lullaby but it's slowed and reverbed with rain in the background

Subwoofer Lullaby - Slowed & Reverbed w/ rain

Moog City 2 (Slowed) + nostalgic

C418 - Moog City 2 (Slowed to Perfection)

c418 - moog city 2 (slowed down to perfection + reverb)

school rooftop -(Mourning dove) summer nostalgia

the lonely tree (slowed)

i haven't brushed my hair in weeks, so tonight my
boyfriend sat me down and ran a comb through the
knots. honey, he sighs you have to get better at
taking care of yourself. i've heard that keeping
flowers after they've died is bad luck but
they'll never tell you what to do with the heart
rotting in your chest. the smell is starting to
alarm the neighbors they stand outside my window
chanting something must be done, something must
be done. i pull the flowers out of my closet and
shove them to the bottom of the dumpster. my hand
comes out with bits of trash clinging to it but
this is just my way of showing i'm trying to get
better. i still drink more wine than water but
i've started to look at my veins without wondering
what they would look like split open. and i think
that's what my shrink calls progress. my dad gave me
a stuffed animal of my greatest fear as a joke but
i don't think it's funny that i sleep with it every
night. hold it to my chest like it's salvation instead
of damnation. i welcome monsters into my bed and set a
place for them at breakfast. leave the sugar out for their
coffee. goddamn, i've always been so good at loving
monsters. the last time i kissed my boyfriend it 
practically meant nothing to me in the best way but 
the first kiss in my memory is haunting me. i threw
out the shirt i was wearing when i first met him even
though it was my father's and any coffee mugs his lips
touched are cracked in my trash. the last time i talked
to him i said i just want to be the one you love best
and he cried because i wasn't. i wish the pictures on
my wall could talk, the girl looks so happy. speak to me
the night is so quiet. i am too fucking sentimental
these poems are getting me nowhere. how many pens have
met their end while i try to explain this? how many notebooks
have been destroyed while i try to bury this- i wallpaper
my room with my efforts and swallow the fragments. they
glitter like crystal and scrape my throat the whole way down
and still the only way i can fall asleep is underneath a world
map dreaming of places far enough away that my heart forgets
everything. the truth is this, there is nothing soft left
inside of me when you bit into my skin it softened and bruised
like an overripe peach and you walked away with the juice 
dripping down your face. the truth is this. i am terrified nearly
all the time. last night i promised myself i wouldn't dream of you
but when i fell asleep, my mind waged it's own war. shrapnel
exploding on street corners, concrete cracked open and glistening.
i fell into a hole in the street and it felt something like relief.
the truth is this. i will break your heart just to prove that i 
own mine. while i clutch my boyfriend, all my grief says the
same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. and the world laughs.
holds my hope by the throat, and says: but this is how it is. i
am not ashamed to say that yesterday we cried so much that we woke
up with swollen eyes. as you went to take a drag on the front 
balcony of some low-end apartment we could only afford for the both
of us i screamed in my car at stoplights then kept driving
quietly through the world. it is always surprising how still things
can be even when you're falling apart in istres. the GPS tells
us to turn right to go to the airport but what if we turned it off?
what if we kept driving and your hand was always on my leg and we
never got the sand out of your hair? i know that i should be mature
and kiss you without my hands on your face and walk to the terminal with
a straight back but i can't stop thinking about your glass eyes. i love
you and sometimes i'm just so sloppy about it but i think that's
okay because no one ever wrote about a love that didn't get a little
messy sometimes. let's not turn right, left feels better.
left leaves me with you. i love you mika and thank you for healing
me little by little even though i never get the chance to tell you.

left feels right

subwoofer lullaby [slowed + reverb]

The same thing but on Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRHpZGJGGwE&t=79s

The screenshot was taken in mc 1.0/beta 1.7.3 for the nostalgic feeling.

Minecraft - Subwoofer Lullaby (slowed down and reverb)

media: amane (hanako) from toilet bound hanako kun

𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗯𝘆 - 𝗰𝟰𝟭𝟴 (𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱)

how do you know something's out there arthur?

            who's been planting the saplings back?

Moog City 2 (Slowed) + nostalgic

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