user@1k

it's a vicious cycle

C:\Users\Eliza\Music\right_hand_man.mp3

user Hedgehog day

late hours procrastination

beat by klosabre stolen in a conscious way        
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❤️: 
you called last night
and said "u alright?"
i heard your voice it brought me light
thinking 'bout you all the time
wishing our hearts could intertwine
and i cant tell you how i feel
sorry but i wont be real
i  wont be real
but i love you

'tell me pretty lies 
look me in the face
tell me that you love me
even if its fake'
you're fucking lost like me
you're fucking lost like

you will never kn💔w

a new kind of love (user cover)

sonic sway #jerseyclub

the_windows_are_plastic.flac

medicine

lovebug

i'll burn a hole in my head with a friction burn
(oh, please come save me from myself, i'm so hyperbolic)
i will bleed out on my desk, if it makes me learn
(and he weaponizes me, only to be so much more)
it swells inside of me, my wrists will follow suit
(i'm doing what i love the most, and it still makes me pissed)
so i'll burn a hole in my head with a friction burn

(anxious dug nails dig the crease in my palms)

(i know that)
i said things were always this way, but i'm lying again
(it's a built in part of me, i am a drama queen)
i quit what i love all the time and blame it on my friends
(it's a built in part of me, i am a drama queen)
there's a prize outside my head [that] envy and wrath are trying to earn
(it's a built in part of me, i am a drama queen)
so i'll burn a hole in my head with a friction burn

friction burn

something about us

Memories float between silent towers and wandering lights, where shadows curve and linger endlessly. Fragments of warmth and sadness intertwine between the cold stone and fading echoes, tracing paths lived and never forgotten. Beyond the horizon, the light silently gathers, enveloping time within itself, leaving only the pulse of memory suspended between what was and what remains.

Ashenspire

Beneath calm skies and wandering echoes, thought transforms into form and memory into light. Dreams soar among marble clouds, where silence hums like an unfinished song. Fragments of warmth and loss dissolve into silver tides, leaving behind a tranquil acceptance that neither clings nor fades. In that stillness, everything falls into place: effortless, radiant, and free.

Dream Architect

woodside gardens 16 december 2012

soundcloud:tracks:2070798952

the_windows_are_plastic.flac

user-177606668

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