(@6kx did mixing and i did the rest. thank you friends for being awesome and helping me do this stuff.)

'-'

talk to me lyrics:
do you even care about me really?
did you mean what you said sincerely?
i've been stuck on the walls, on the ceiling.
your texts dry but i need some healing.

talk to me, i'm sorry!
i think i just miss the atmosphere.
and, i'm long gone, i'm long gone.
why care for a party when there's nothing here?

there's nothing here!
there's nothing here.
no one to fear.

i've done enough.
(many ppl know you)
am i that happy?
(they all got to choose you)
i've done enough.
(is there something to lose?)
when will they leave?
(who will you amuse)

pls don't, don't go!
(don't go anywhere, i won't go anywhere)
hold on, for sure!
(when i see u next i think i'll buy you everything)
these things, they change.
feelings get rearranged.
it's hard to see where the story goes.
who even cares; who even knows?

talk to me

H̡͉̼̀̄̒̽ͪ͌͗ͧ͆̎ͧͤë̛̻́͌ͭ͗ͦ̂l̬̺͈̣̲̞ͫ̑͆̇͊̆͋̒ͫ̾̒ͦ͑͌̑ḽ͓͇̤̝̼ͮͮ͆͐͂ͩͥͫ̿͒̋̕o̶̔̊̾̾̉ͯ͒̄̐̏͗̾̔ ͎̫͎ͪ̊̎͑̌͟ͅĕ̇̋ͦ̆̑ͥ͛̈́ͬͦv̶̤̲̱̥̩ͭ̎̽ͤ͆̽ͥ̒e̤͕͈͎̙̯̮̥ͮ̾ͅ҉r̼͓̬̞͖̣͇̐ͣ̇ͤ̒͒̌̉ͣ̒̊͒ẏ̴̼̙̹̙͖ͪͨ͂͆̏ͅo̱̘ͮ͂ͦͮ̉͊ͣͭ̿̃n̞͉̯̹̖̞̯ͪ͒ͭ̆̒̂͑ͬ͗̋́͒͐͂̔͋̓̌͌e̼̤͈̰͈͔̠̿͗̉ͣ͗̐̃̒̆̊̍̾̾ͭͤ̈̏ͬ́,͇̻̓̎͗ͧ̈ͪ̕ ͉̆́̀͆͌i̡̖̲̥̇ͦ͐̈́̊̅ͯ͐́̅̀ ̴̪͚͈͉̠̓̈́̄͒̿ͤ̏ͅͅl̪̝̩̭̯̠͓̼͗̈ͯ̍̌ͣ͊̅͗ͯ͗̃ͦ͐͑̿ͨͅoͪ̈́v͓ͩ̃͒̈̌ͫ͌̏ͥ̐͆̊̇͊̆̂͑̎̈́ḙ̹͉̅̐ͮ͠ ̘̞̜̜̣͎͚͗̋ͤͬ̇̊͂̽͋̽́̇͒͑ẇ͔̹͚̺͎̩̣̣̑͗̍̃ͫ̇͗̂ͧ̄ͨ̃̌̂̋͗ͮe̛̋͌͑ͤͧ͐̔ḯ̻̅̊̃ͩ͌ͤ͌̃̂̑̋̓ͩ̓͗̋r̙̳̯̞̲͔̜͚̮̱ͣ̈́͐͂̈͛͊͆̊͊ͨ̀̀̇͛̊̚ḍ͕͖̙̜̪͉̖̆̈͊̅͛̂̌̀̆ͣ͗̅͂̆̚ͅͅ ̫ͧ̓͐͂̄̿͢ẗ̰̤̞̙̲̓̎̓ͨ̾ͤ͑ͩͯͭ̑h͍̐ͨ͋̃̇̍̐ͬ̆̑͛̽͒̚͝ỉ̭̑ͮͩ̈̓̎͊̉͂̋͆̒ͪ̇̚ņ̬̭̳̞̣̞̹̈́̑ͯ̓̓̉̄̈́͑̓̒́͌ͣͅg̖͙̪̭̫͍̻̜̉ͥ̔̒ͩ̑̏̽s̻͔̥͍͚̱̰̼͋̏ ̝͔̟̞͈̃͛̒ͥͥ͐́ͬ̍͞a̺͕̹̯̓̿͆ͣ̀̇́ͅn͈͕̳̭̦̼̞̤̎ͥ̔̑͌͆̓ͨ̌̌̾̂́̇̐̈̚d̴͖̳̮̬͓̈̊ͦ̃͒̔͐͌͐͊̌̊̐̈ͬ̄̏ ̝̂̾ͨ̌̽̿ͮ̒̑s̤̰͚̻̠͇̥̜͔̊̕o̶̳̖̗̪̲̯̳͍̮͉̟͊ͬ̍̐ͫm̠̝ͨͥ̋ͫ̊̓ͪ̉̽̄̌́̑̅͗e̖̥̖̙̽̆͛̎̿͒ͯͩ̊̍̊͛ͦ̕ ̺̒̋̎͛̅̎̏̉̃̂͌ͤͣ̑͂̓̓̀̆ͅl̬͈̰ͪ̂́i͓̤͎̘̲̹͈̰͌ͭͫͨ̇͌ͤ̀͊̂̿̾̅͛̉̅̊́̚k̴͇̣͙͍̰͖̮͒̽ȇ̘͇̖̜̭̤̝̙̪́ͨ́ͥͥ̔̉͛̎͒́ͮͭͦ́̑ͅ҉ g̟̞̳͕̹͙ͬͮ͋ͩ͑ͭͩ͂̂̚r̼̗̠̱̱͎͌ͥ̌̈́̔́͏ú̼͈̩̯̪͙͕͒ͮ̔̋ͪ̔̃̚͡n̰̙͎͎̖ͩ̽̓̂͌ͪ̄͋͐͡g̠͔̦̳̭̤̰̳̳̗̏͐̓̓͊ͣ̅̽ͧ̇͗ẹͯ̍̃͑̔͑ͯ̒ͨ͛͂ͬ̇̚ ̮͔̯̜̘͉̥̱͍̂͛ͪ͋̋̾̓͛͗͐ͧͦͥ̆͗ͣ

j̰̙͉̬͓͉̫̖͖̗̹̼̞͙̭͎ṻ̴̳̼̦́̓̉ͦ͗̾͆̂̽̆́s̘̼̼̒̈́͌͒̚͏t̛̺̮̞̜̃̌͋̂͊̉ͯ̋̇ ̰̤͓͇̮̤̩͍͉͓̹͈̬̓ͯ͗ͬ̒ͥ̾̾ͥͭ̊̚͝ͅd̠̻͙̑͋̋̊͂ͫͣ̃̈́͆̍̋ͣ̔͑̓̚o̹͈͎͋͐̏ͨ̑ͪ̉ͬͤ̿ ̔ͣ̓̃ͬͣ̂̈͋̌͒͒ͪͩͦ̉́l͕̝̬̮͂́̿̈ͣ͐̎͆́̍ͪ̐̉ͮͩ̚͞ͅi̗̙͎̖̫̮̺̟̠͙̖̔ͥ͛̑͊k̭͓͚̩̙̖̻̗̹̣̩̂̇̓͋̿̄̊ͯ͘͞ē͎̪̙̻̦̪͉̹̦̩͐ͧ̈ͨ̄ͬ̊̿ͤͦ̅ͤͣ̆̋̚͘ͅ ͙̬̦̞̮̘̬̠͈̭̩͉̼͍ͧ̅͗̆͢ͅw̴̩̞̠ͫͨ͊͐ͣ̇ͭ̄ͤ͋̒͂͆ͮ́̾̐h̨̗̬͎͓̜̣̞͍̯̟̲̽ͧͬ̇̇ͣ̉ͅ҉a̝͈̥̮̦̮͚̲̰̩̫̣̦̰̠̟̯͆̉̉̓͌̌̂̋ͯ͘̕t̴̷̗͈̩͈͉͈͙̻ͯͨ̍̑̎̈ͯ̐ͭ͐ ̜͙̗̠̳̮͙͖͎̰͚̣̬͇̟̳̊́͆ͅi̶̻͚͖̮̻̟̫̮͔̖̪̼ͨ̌ͬͨͣ̽ͦ̑͌̅̋̑ͭ͡ ̢̪͖͙͚̮͖̥̘̗̞̱͍̩̱̹̥̟̞̺ͮ̒̔̚͟w̝̼͗̒͛͑̎a̵͎̫̮̰̟̺͋͑̎͛̐ͧṋ̴̷̖͙̅͊̌̑͋̎̃̆͐ͯ͗t̵̲̱̞̪ ͚͙ͩ̿̈́̋̍̈ͭ̂̿̇ͮ̈ͮ̓͆̒ͣb̘̥̟̭̱̮̦͔͑ͭͨ͊͊̋̋̓ͮ͘*̵̥̘̗̠͍̻̻̝͔̥̗̟̫̼̭͓͇̮̻̆̔̍̊ͮ̑̎͡t͔̘̣̭̭̹̣̓ͤ͂͜͝ͅͅc̷̼̞͚̙̟̯̙͇͉͉͙̞̞̬̪̝̟̝҉h͍͓̦̪̙̦̔̆ͩͫ͌ͫ͗̄ͨͅ

stupid artist
http://sleepy.zone
@sleepyzone

Dance music from a guy who can't dance
#SoundcloudStudentCollective

uhhhhh ummmm
shoegaze?
fka futureseeker
left her in the past

my name is jasmine
it's only just your life. ♡ ´･ᴗ･ `♡
butterfly effect 🦋

Ｒｕｌｅ＃１：Ｎｅｖｅｒ　ｂｅ　＃２
Taking is not in all cases 'receiving' 
What we denounce from ourselves, we replace with something new. 
The regression of life 
& the fluidity of existence is a continuous giving and taking. 
We take from our experiences, and we give to our emotions. 
the inherent beauty of emotion is its ability to change our experiences.
this paradox fuels everything we know. 
like Life & Death. they give, and they take. 
again & again. 
"They" in this context, are the roles of the observers. 
recycling the same idea, and the intrinsic mechanism of reality 
that "what begins, must end" 
and somehow, eventually we accept this. 
Our affinity for being and our apprehension for nonentity 
It gives us our purpose, and we take it indefinitely. 
They give us desire, and we fill it with everything. 
All that you have, has been given to you. 
and you gave yourself all of it. 
In this particular case, giving is 'receiving' 
because you can take as much as you want. 
but the more you take, the more you give away 
and you give it all. 
every last bit.

he/they - 19yrs

music producer, graphic designer, photographer, and video editor.

@lostsoulsreborn 
@knottstreetcollective
@pullfer

CONTACT:
Discord: sepisreal
Email: prodsepbiz@gmail.com

pfp art by @1b7

talk to me

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