Name: infinite by linked winters
Duration: 2 min 59 s
Description: I like it here, I think I'll stay for a little - this was the phrase that struck me last night when I wrote this, and I found myself looping this melody over and over, for nearly 45 minutes, lost in it. I wanted to share that with you all <3

"wich dark fantasy world do you want to live in?"

Club Penguin JAM w/ N33T <3

@holybambi
https://linktr.ee/holy.bambi

LYRICS:
falling
into my head again  
i think of calling
i know you’re not my friend

Do you think i’m cool?
Do you wanna hang out?
Can we play pretend?
And i’ll be your cutout
then ill take my clothes off
you’ll act like that’s not what it’s about

im not trying to make it obvious
Picture perfect, paint it how you want
i guess i’ll take 
i guess ill take it all
i guess ill play 
i guess ill play the doll

crawling back to you again 
thought i was over driving to you at 12am 
im wasting my time but what if the game stops 
will i be alone if your touch is cut off
its all ive got ill let you play me how you want

I’ll just try to keep it casual
I know that you don’t want any more
i guess i’ll take 
i guess ill take it all
i guess ill play 
i guess ill play the doll
Im not trying to start a problem just
Change my face and tell me how to feel
i guess i’ll take 
i guess ill take the role
i guess ill play 
i guess ill play the doll

i can’t keep it all in any more 
i’m tired of not taking it personal 
i don’t want to be a bore 
please don’t leave me on the floor
all my stitches are coming undone 
i don’t know what i’ve become 
it doesn’t get easier
feel like i’m losing my head 
maybe it’s my fault
what i want ill never get

dressupgame.mp3

The track "Sadness" (Beatless Ambient Version) completely strips away the rhythmic anchor, resulting in a work of pure, suspended emotion. The sonic journey unfolds within a vast, frozen soundscape of melancholy. Deep feelings are expressed through slow-moving, massive drone textures, and heavily-processed, sustained tones that hang in the air, saturated with reverb and delay. It is an act of deep, profound sonic immersion, where the listener is left adrift in a beautiful, overwhelming sadness. This version is a true ambient catharsis—a deep breath taken in the face of immense feeling.

Sadness ( Ambient Version )

Thanks for 2000 followers!! This ID reel contains some random ids of mine, as well as a peak at some of the tracks on my album. I hope you enjoy!! also just thrown together like im trash at making mixes idc

also i have been struggling to make botanica so theres not much of that in here sorry

0:00 - ID
1:44 - ID
2:20 - Better Luck Next Time remix
4:22 - ID
5:06 - Something Has to Change remix
6:08 - A Real Hero remix
7:03 - ID
7:51 - ID
8:21 - ID

ID Reel 2026

exclaim

I like it here, I think I'll stay for a little - this was the phrase that struck me last night when I wrote this, and I found myself looping this melody over and over, for nearly 45 minutes, lost in it. I wanted to share that with you all <3

infinite

https://shopkeeperzz.bandcamp.com/track/ghosts

GHOSTS

I saw a dead deer on the side of the road a while ago while I was on my way to work. I don’t drive, I refuse to do so. So I walked past her, but not before touching her, and praying for her. To me, the apokatastasis at the end of time, will not just be all human souls, but the entirety of all creation united in peace with God, I think that is what God meant. I prayed that this would come sooner.

In this 21st century, centuries since the French revolution life has been all-progress. And all progress has been autonomy. The autonomous mill, the autonomous horse, the autonomy of mind, the factory, the car and artificial intelligence. There is no progress in this world if it does not revolve around technological progress and the self. So much technological progress. Everything is datalogical, an opinion isn’t worth having if you could not measure its effects, or its subjects. There’s something reasonable about that if you’re baking a loaf of bread, but nature, folklore, the world and God do not work in such ways. Guy Shrubsole noted in his book on British rainforests that drawing squares on maps is just a useless exercise, nature does not exist to be measured, it is inconstant flux between states and inconsistencies, and you can stand in two parts of the square and expect a different kind of nature. This is true too, for folklore. One elder will tell you the same story differently from another. This is true for God, too. The French attempted to mediate this ‘problem’ with their language programs. Now they are cultureless, the once Bretan, Provencial, Occitan dialects are now curiosities, dead or dying- and its people are lost. A similar thing happened in Britain with much more blood, talk to a Scottish man, a Welsh woman or a person from Ireland in their native tongue and they might give you a lost look. All things cast away, and all people assimilated into a singularity. The people lost their language, and with it, they lost their stories.

It is however the immeasurable things that make us human. Not just dialects, or languages, but walking down to the river, and finding a brook, and at that brook sitting down on some of the mosses on the branch of a willow that has quietly drank from this stream for hundreds of years, before your grandparents were born, and their grandparents even. Touch the soil that is older than our own species with your left hand, and dip your right hand into the running, living water from which you came. What do you feel? You feel water, and soil, maybe you have a damp arse, sure- but what does your heart tell you? This world has meaning, it is mystical, it is powerful, rooted entirely in the soul, and it is entirely, and completely alive, like you and I. The enemies of the soul are not simply capitalists, or the petit-bourgouis, but any single person who wishes to replace a brook with a road, any individual in power or not that believes the solution to the crisis of Modernity is more of it. We do not need more Modernity. That is why we choke on smog in cities, and our birches have turned black in the first place. We need to return to an older way of living, the community economy- a world where our fingers are in the soil, and all the roads are trodden grass. It is a world of a home centered on the hearth, the village on God, the town and its center, where cities are abolished. We do not need infinite life, nor do we need abundance, 3D printed food or replicators on a star-ship. All we need is just the earth in its honesty, the power to feel, to sing and to raindance. There live faeries in the blackthorns and the trees are alive and will talk to you in the woods. You might not see them when you look initially, but if you close your eyes they are there, in your dreamtime. And if you love them, they will teach you everything they know. Everything you need has always been here, it is under the concrete, God made it for you. Destroy the concrete, blow up the pipelines and love your neighbour.

God Sleeps on Your Hillsides

i made this in class and finished it today :)

Miniature

Cradle by Starlight (Epic Meditation Music)

candy sound 1

you already caught me


debut album in production


previously shift/sumic

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