spot a lil binky bitch

(i miss drugs)

how often do i go to sleep
feeling this longing
i haven't felt good since
the doctor gave me morphine
will i see you in my sleep
or will i see you in heaven
maddie says she sees you here
i can't help but think she's lying

every time i see you
i picture you dead
swinging in circles
hanging from your head

my first memories
are of anxiety
i spent years of my life
living on a movie screen
i ruin everything good
just like you said i would
i ruin everything good
just like you said i would
just like i said i would

morphine

4:39AM (memento_mori)

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Lyrics:
how am i wasting time
telling myself that’s it’s alright
(alright, alright)
i dont want to feel
like im losing sight 
 
what could i do 
what could i do 
to be satisfied

 
what could i do 
what could i do 
to be satisfied


please say if i’m killing the mood
as i always do 
i got too fucked up unintentionally 
cause i’ve been fed up as of recently 

it’s easier said than done
they always say 
take time away
to give yourself a break
i still end up the same 
repeating myself that it’ll be okay

how am i wasting time
telling myself that’s it’s alright
(alright, alright)
i dont want to feel
like im losing sight

Paloris & echoed. - to be satisfied.

a lil thingy for a new year
@harukunmusic

what new year feels like_chapter292

u kno the drilllll prod+mix+vox by me 4evr n always

[https://starflye.carrd.co]

lyrics:
hit the pen n now we touchin up
look into her eyes n i can tell she wanna fuck
baby give me all ur love
never stop, i never stop at nothin
gettin paper i dont care bout nothin, else
stop my motion i can slow u down
break u down
praise me now, that im up baby
dont look down baby
ima make it girl i promise ima keep it to my word and thats whats honest baby
harder baby
fuck me harder baby
ima spend it all on u
u dont gotta worry baby
whisper nothins, tell me fuckin somethin
now im lovin, loving on ur sumthin ooh

now keep those feet on tha ground
i hope u stay rite here
somehow we figured out how 2 glow
there’s no reason we cant float

always this always that
always gettin started on that heart attack,
start 2 panic
can u call me
i dont need it if u hate me
i feel that daily
how is it winter? its almost spring now
go fuckin figure, go fuckin figure
time is slippin
stay forgettin all the shit that u forbid me readin
teasin, no completin
changin seasons
got no reasons
got me pleadin babe

#sssnowglobe

feetonthaground.

dear diary,

bond

sketchbook:_bound

Far beyond the known world lies Eloria, an ancient realm once protected by the spirits of the wind. Among golden dunes and whispering stones stood a temple, carved from pale sandstone, devoted to the harmony between humankind and nature.

But the wind has changed. The sandstorms no longer carry only dust—they carry forgetting. The last of the sand oracles, a priestess named Aelira, senses the fading of her world. With the last strength of her voice and soul, she sends out a plea—a musical invocation to the ancient elements. Not a cry of despair, but a fragile thread of hope. She doesn’t want Eloria to vanish in silence. She wants someone to remember.

Her song rises over the dunes, intertwines with the wind, blends with the drifting sands—and becomes part of the desert itself. To this day, if you listen closely, you might still hear it: the whisper of Eloria’s Plea.

Eloria's Plea

An original piece that invokes winter in the countryside with winter winds, calling birds and even a passing sleigh and church bells.

Buy on Bandcamp

Winter Meditation

"what about a backup
i wanna get all tatted up
pierced heart is broken
i wanna break my self again and again
till you cant tell me apart from the sand
what a broken promise
i told you im not honest
one gold token
stolen to live this life again
dropped a pebble from the eighth story"

released on: 18 July 2020

Whataboutabackup

music is where the soul begins to breathe
//archive of my mind
//music that tries to strangle you

sketchbook:_bound

sufficient