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Silence🫐

Copy of Daily Drops

Untitled playlist

Завтра я полюблю тебя снова

loser monologue

I Miss Your Warm Hands

it hurts, now that you're gone

this house is not the same

there are rooms within me
that no one ever enters.
not even I —
except in sleep,
when the locks loosen,
when memory forgets it should forget.

i walk their thresholds barefoot,
where the dust rises like breath
and the silence is not absence
but a sound too old to name.

here lie the versions of myself
i could never endure —
the frightened child,
the human who loved too little,
the one who watched the world burn
and called it weather.

i do not mourn them.
but neither do i let them go.
they linger in the wallpaper,
in the hum of static between thoughts,
like forgotten gods
waiting to be remembered
or forgiven.

each morning, i seal the doors again,
pretend the house is whole.
but some days —
on the cusp of waking —
i hear them moving,
quietly rearranging the furniture
of who i am.

forgotten gods

washington

wake up sideways

Beach

This isn’t a remix. It’s a reboot.

The system glitched.
I felt it in my head, my chest, my sound.

So I shed everything that didn’t feel real anymore.

FORM:[null] came from that.
A memory   needed to  be rewritten.
Bass like breath. Vocals like pieces I hadn’t put back yet.

It’s not perfect. It’s not clean.
But it’s exactly where I was when the update hit.

Form:[null]- system Rewrite

Number10

There is a point you cross without noticing. It could be a word you didn’t say, a glance you didn’t return, a door you didn’t walk through. At the time, it felt like nothing. A moment no different from the rest.
And yet, somewhere along the way, you look back and see it — a thin, invisible line, drawn in the dust behind you. And you realize you’re on the other side now.
That’s when the weight comes. The slow, suffocating understanding that there’s no way back. Not because you’re not allowed — but because what you left behind has ceased to exist. Like a bird that landed in your open palm for a heartbeat, and you let it go, thinking it was just a shadow.
Only later do you understand what you held. Only later does your body remember its warmth. And then, the nights become heavier. You lie there, staring into the dark, counting the shapes of something you’ll never hold again.
You tell yourself it was nothing. You tell yourself you couldn’t have known. But the truth is simpler, crueler — you had it. You let it fall through your fingers. And now there is only the echo, repeating in the quiet, long after the world has gone to sleep

never find your way back

Skyline

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🎵 | Music by trxxshed
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🎵 | Gemp
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🎵 | Jhove
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🎵 | mell-ø
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🎶 | Tracklist
[00:00] Otherworld
[02:18] Sirens ft. Gemp
[04:34] Grainspace ft. Jhove
[07:09] Imbalance
[08:33] Underneath ft. mell-ø
[11:15] Somewhere
[14:08] Incandescent

🎨 | Artwork by Aenami
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trxxshed - Vast Forests

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Fine Night Funk

Моя дорогая

Валентин Стрыкало - Ты Не Такая

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футболка

repeat to yourself that they're not really gone
time has proven that fooling yourself into believing
a lie is the most effective way to deal with
things you have no control over

keep listening to the mixtapes they made you
overanalyse every single word you hear
"was this a sign that things were going wrong"
no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

stay up every single night staring at your phone
either attempting to gather up the courage to
turn these demons, these constant reminders of
your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream
or praying just for one second you could feel
the warmth of equally returned love

go out for coffee four times a week by yourself
always bring your notebook, never stop writing
leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip
watch them smile as you get in your car

always talk down on yourself whenever possible
my life is shit because i deserve it, right?
you must have done something real bad
its nearly impossible for you to cry now

avoid your friends for weeks even though
they're the only sense of consistency you have
left in your life, if they really wanted
to see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love
watch as you begin to take a backseat to the
world around you, don't fight it
become a secondary character in your own motion picture

but most importantly drown every single one of
your feelings in old stolen rum, learn to
love the taste of it dripping down your throat
find comfort in the warmth coming from your
stomach, you're drinking bottled love now

you don't need other people to drive away your loneliness
you just needed to find a way to talk to it

how to never stop being sad

Ты Больше Не в Важных

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never find your way back

FTBN