- Timestamps! - 0:00 - 3:18 Aldebaran · S.A. Karl 3:18 - 6:01 Waltz in A minor, B. 150, Op. Posth. · Chopin 6:01 - 12:33 Adam: Giselle / Act 2 - No. 18 Grand Pas de Deux · Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra · 12:33 - 16:26 Amore mio aiutami · Piero Piccioni 16:26 - 19:12 Where Is My Mind - Maxence Cyrin 19:12 - 42:38 Maurice Ravel - Gaspard de la nuit

@dianaovod7008

3 жыл бұрын

if you put the timestamps in the video description they would automatically appear on the video itself !

@rossanahernandezdominguez5436

3 жыл бұрын

K

@driamhane

3 жыл бұрын

Hey can you put these in the descriptions? they'll appear as chapters and make you videos more enjoyable!

we are all open books written in a cryptic dead language, until someone comes and translates it. be patient :)

@ana-mariateneva5506

3 жыл бұрын

this comment just made my day ^^ thank you🌸💕

@GlitterUnicorn

3 жыл бұрын

@@ana-mariateneva5506, :3 :D

@donaldtrompo5543

3 жыл бұрын

Yh, and then that person will finish translating you and go to translate others

@itsrubythomas

3 жыл бұрын

I love this comment so much :’)

@user-nh6cq3zy1c

3 жыл бұрын

This opened my mind even more thankyou!!

i wanna be friends with those who listen to classical music and read books, i wanna be friends with those who make me laugh with stupid shit, i wanna be friends with those who would go to a coffe shop just to spend some time even though we hate coffe . i wanna fall in love in a library and tell the story to everyone, i wanna go out at the sunset listening to happy music, i wanna go to a picnic where everyone has a different style because we are so different and so equal at the same time.

@madeleine9295

3 жыл бұрын

you just described me. hey new bestie!

@yashvipatle3006

3 жыл бұрын

Hey bestie

@karinabendik5082

3 жыл бұрын

hi besties

@nooramohammed10a58

3 жыл бұрын

the way i related to this on a spiritual way pls-

@nooramohammed10a58

3 жыл бұрын

my long lost besties wassup :')

"Felt cute, might burn the entire history of humanity and rebuild it into the ideal world later idk."

@mmjjll1717

3 жыл бұрын

This comment is soo underrated 😌📜✒️

@noncopyrightedmusic9785

3 жыл бұрын

@@mmjjll1717 💯

@mirandagg1365

3 жыл бұрын

the energy this radiates is what I needed.

@noncopyrightedmusic9785

3 жыл бұрын

@@mirandagg1365 💯

@shinesara226

3 жыл бұрын

I- adore the idea

I feel like I’m writing letters to my lover while being all tragic and stuff when I’m actually writing an essay on Socrates and Eros

@buttercup8452

3 жыл бұрын

Lol socrates still fits the vibe tho, Imagine doing algebra while listening to this 😂

@mikadopowerranger5254

3 жыл бұрын

@@buttercup8452 oups 😂 you’re right I can’t even imagine (by the way I still haven’t finished that essay I’m procrastinating so much rn😫😂) good luck with your algebra ahhaha

@ashleyrose1570

3 жыл бұрын

@@mikadopowerranger5254 I sort of wanna read it while listening to this.

@sarajsanchez3143

3 жыл бұрын

ok but like Eros is in the mix so

@chelseazhao5491

3 жыл бұрын

LMAO

She was an open book... But his name was jared and he was 19 😭

@TYLER-yj7ju

3 жыл бұрын

and he never learnt how to read😭

@quedynpickens81

3 жыл бұрын

BAHAHSDJFKJDF PLZ I CAN'T I'M REALLY TRYING HARD TO FEEL LIKE SOME RANDOM LADY IN ITALY WHO GOES TO LIBRARIES AND HAS PICNICS AND FANTISISE MY LIFE RN AND THIS JUST BROUGHT ME TO REALITY JFSDAKJADJDFJ

@kateunsworth333

3 жыл бұрын

hELP

@tias_scribbles

3 жыл бұрын

BSJDHKKAJAHAHA

@MrBlueTheBlue

3 жыл бұрын

This is so underrated.

i’m an open book, written in cryptic dead language. all the translators were always wrong, until you came along.

@yahney-marie

3 жыл бұрын

very beautiful

@lantsov8347

3 жыл бұрын

This is beautiful

@iris8773

3 жыл бұрын

@@yahney-marie thank you!!

@Someone-fn3ij

3 жыл бұрын

why did i get chills reading thiss

@iris8773

3 жыл бұрын

@@Someone-fn3ij thank you🥺🥺

not me feeling all fancy and romantic when all I'm doing is chemistry homework

@potato-wu5ei

3 жыл бұрын

but it's chemistry... you just gotta find someone who has it with you, if you know what I mean

@danieladln

3 жыл бұрын

look at you tho, romanticizing your life even when its just chemistry hw. people who live like that are the most wholesome and have such a way of looking at the world . :) ly.

@corycianangel6321

3 жыл бұрын

i suggest listening to alexander borodin. he's both a music composer and a scientist. he makes russian classical music and contributes to organic chemistry (nucleophilic substitution & aldol rxn). i think in that way, you could still feel fancy & romantic in your chem homework! his music sometimes help me to focus in studying for exams. chem graduate here!

@emilydevry

3 жыл бұрын

@Corycian Angel wow that sounds cool! I'll have to check it out! I'm definitely not super into chemistry (I'm taking it more to open up options in the future) but that sounds like it could be very motivating. Thanks for the tip! And congrats on graduating!

@MaximilianRoysenberg

3 жыл бұрын

wow, i am literally solving out chemical equations of chemistry as well...

You can read me all you want, but you'll never understand me.

@Someone-fn3ij

3 жыл бұрын

the "classics" @ me

@ketiberezhiani7024

3 жыл бұрын

exactly

To those who're listening to this on a computer, I suggest you open up another tab, open youtube, and play some spring ambiance. Trust me you won't regret it.

@minstoesd334

3 жыл бұрын

oh my god i did and it is so beautiful ebhfweb

@kenae19

3 жыл бұрын

IT SOUNDS SO GOOD OMG THANK YOU DUYGERKUGB

@zaybeol

3 жыл бұрын

omg true :0 tysm

@jaimee59

3 жыл бұрын

thanks it sounds so beautiful! i almost fell asleep hahah I WAS SuPPOSED TO DO HOMEWORK

@Kei-ew8uh

3 жыл бұрын

this is beautiful

This playlist makes me, lay in bed and just question my own existence.

@mitsuyaslover

3 жыл бұрын

THAT IS *LITERALLY* WHAT I'M DOING NOW-

Just a few words can change any story. It all depends on who’s saying them

@taetaeslilwinterbear7613

3 жыл бұрын

so true, i think its all about feeling and trying to understand that feeling or tryna help someone understand that feeling, like forbidin love is the purest love but not everone has the same feeling for love, we all feel diffrently, and yet we still try to understand each other to help but when someone is helping you, its not help...its love, feeling are temorary but love is pernament.... sorry for my bad english, i no good at it

on your computer: play this, open a tab and play spring ambiance, go outside and sit on a blanket. get a piece of paper and burn the edges, grab your favorite black pen and write a tragic letter to your younger self.

I'm a open book, but sadly no one speaks my language. I am one of those languages people think they can speak easily, but in real life my language is so hard, I can't even speak it fluently myself. And that is really hard and frustrating sometimes, but one day I will find someone that speaks my language, and helps me speak it too.

i feel like im writing a letter to my lover when im actually writing wattpad fanfics

Classical music makes me feel like a genius when studying or doing anything relating to the arts didndidjsis tysm for this!!

@arrozconleche_27

3 жыл бұрын

hahaha me too i feel like such an intellectual

@clarissaposirilova899

3 жыл бұрын

B

@corycianangel6321

3 жыл бұрын

same

*To My Dear Love,* Where have you gone? Where are you? I've sent you thousands of letters, my love. You haven't responded to any of them. Where are you, and where did you go? I know we've had rough times, my love. I know we haven't had much, I know we basically have borrowed time, but isn't that how it is for _everything?_ I read somewhere that we all have times where we are destined to die, and those we are not, and our love has not reached that point yet. _I,_ my love, still have hope. I think about you night and day. Do you still remember me, my love? The piano music we used to listen to together doesn't taste the same. I am blind of its crescendos, its notes, its chords... ... and you once told me you were a piece of sheet music, but written in a cryptic, dead language. I told you it merely wasn't true - do you remember that, my love? Do you remember _me?_ I hope you receive this letter in good health - and in good heart. I hope you still feel the same about me as you did moons ago, and I hope you still love doing what you used to do. *Sincerely, with all my love,* *Your Love*

Taking shower during this playlist is supreme the water is gold and my bathroom is a palace

Listening to classical music has made me realize just how much of a hopelessly romantic person I am, damm

He stood on the edge of the bridge, balancing perfectly. The wind pushed back his coat, the lights from the city illuminating the water. The air was harsh against his skin. He sighed, relishing in the midnight air. He tilted his head up, looking at the night sky. Placing one foot against the other, he walked slowly, sticking his hands into his pockets. A car flashed by, and he looked at the retreating red lights. Sighing again, he sat down, pushing his coat out behind him. His bare feet dangled over tons and tons of water. He stared down, watching the water flow silently. Placing his arms at his sides, the side of his coat fell a bit down his shoulder. Now watching the stars again, he crossed his ankles, swinging his legs. Cold wind ran through his hair, making him shiver. He curled in his fingers against the bricks of the bridge, shredding his skin slightly. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of air. It burned his throat, like a thousand knives had just stabbed the inside of his lungs. He opened his eyes. The night sky was still there, the thousands and thousands of stars littering the black surface. He closed his eyes again.

@soguora

2 жыл бұрын

c'est si joliment écrit

death is a beautiful thing to do. it's only painful for the ones who are left behind.. but for those who part, who soar high up in the sky, it's freedom, emptiness.. oh how I long to be free, but I don't wanna die just yet!

Im an open book Written in a cryptic dead language One that seems to have no rhythm No flow Random symbols thrown together To show the chaos within me The pages are colored yellow And they are worn with fingerprints Of people trying to figure me out Trying to find some kind of pattern Some kind of something To read me Im an open book Written in a cryptic dead language With a leather bound spine Still stiff Standing at attention Im an open book Written in a cryptic dead language Waiting for the right person To figure me out To make sense of the chaos within To find the hidden rhythm To be the last fingerprints To touch this open book

@Val-ek1xu

Жыл бұрын

I'm a year late but this is beautiful :')

@Bubbles-jb2ed

Жыл бұрын

Beautiful

we sat together, watching the moon on a warm summer's night but i think it was the moon and i, who were watching you in its light

It hasn't even started yet, but I already know ill love it, cause its made by u

@user-qg3ks8bb7i

3 жыл бұрын

Samee

Me: where is my mind My mom: here's your mind it was lying on the floor pick up after yourself I'm not your maid.

everyone is writing their tragic love story, so imma write one :) Love is a singular language speaked by murdered souls, love is an illusional feeling of satisfaction, while is it only one of the many drugs who consumes, little by little, it's consummers, and tragically, Fengari was one of love's victim. In a corner of her room, scrabbling words on some random paper, ink flowed on those writings just like the tears on her cheeks. She wanted to write the most beautiful and delicate letter for who was to her the ,ost beautiful and delicate person on eart, her one and only beloved, Sofia, her pretty little sin. All this madness began in her school's library, Fengari was peacefully reading what is and will always be her favourite poem ''Ode to Aphrodite'', when a cute girl sat to the table near her, and as soon as she saw her, she couldn't dettache her eyes from her look; everything was so dreamy about her; her milky soft skin, her silky golden hair, her peachy cheeks, her plumpy lips decored with a radious smile letting show her dimples, her bumpy nose; everything about her is everything for Fengari. Everyday after this day, she cam to the library praying to be enough lucky to be able to see her again, she re,e,ber that when she was here with some of her friends; she kept listening to her melodic voice, and while she wasnt able to dinstinguish one word of hers, her voice was still the purest thing her ears have ever witness , because since this day, She couldn't stop thinking about her and her gracious look, and as much as she liked Sofia; as much as she hated herself for this; she felt like her feelings were a sin, and that, no matter if before or after her death, life would be a hell, but who cares about hell, when you can catch those angelic looks. But her dream, didn't took long to turn into a nightmare, she wasn't supposed to like her, she knew that what she was doing was wrong but who can really help; people preach about love and after hate on a love that is different to them, or did they even really experienced love, loving someone when you come to a state where you actually wish you hated someone. Fengari was tired, tired of everything, how could she let love leding to hate, or maybe was she only overthinking, its clear that sofia will never like her back, so why all this pain for nothing. Jaded, she was reading what she just wrote, the pure manifestation of love's demons, guess Cupid touched her with his arrows, wich resulted to horrible stitches in her heart.

@ash6831

3 жыл бұрын

Wow

I'm an open book, written in a cryptic language, every translator can read a different part of me... except for the the part that ties the rest together, the most important part.

@miamarrissa9245

3 жыл бұрын

ahhh love thiss

She dances in the silver slivers of the moon basking in her own beauty, and she dances in the ambient beams of the sun her hair and cheeks glowing orange She does it all for me, she says But I need not look at her to know I love her. (I’m not that good at writing sorry if I disappointed lol)

@MadisonJMunn

3 жыл бұрын

Sweet short and leaves the mind wondering thank you

@dorothea9252

3 жыл бұрын

:)

Still open for short stories? I know I'm late!! Hah Her brown, but yet greenish eyes stared at the book she was reading so focused as the noise could not be heard on that part of the library. No one seemed to even look at her, while she was making notes on those yellow pages; the words danced trough her mind, creating the scenes she dearly adored almost in front of her. She could see herself in a long, blue dress that was tight in the right spots, with many shines and a beautiful tiara on the top of her hair, while watching the characters dance in that marmol floor, as the violin in the back made the whole atmosphere light and classy. She closed her eyes as she grinned happily, finding peace in her imagination. "Excuse me?" She was interrupted by a voice, and in her mind, it was like a prince suddenly came up to her. Was that right? Why? Nobody cared, nobody even tried to notice. Did he want anything from her? The brunnete opened her eyes, moving a lock of her short hair to behind her ear, and suddenly her smile disappeared. She had a misterious look, while almost not looking to that dream intruder. "Yes?" In her most polite voice she said, while still not moving a bit, curious to know why he came so far in the library, just to talk to her. It didn't sound possible, it didn't seem real. "Yes, um, hi. May I sit with you for a while?" He said in a very soft manner, almost seeming cute to her, but she could not let her guard down, not to a him, not to someone who broke her silence. "I'm afraid not, I must go, class will start soon" The woman said as she stood up, closing her book after memorizing the page where she was, and started walking away. The boy was worried he wouldn't see her again, because she was always so quiet, and he struggled to find her until now. He turned around to where she was, and in dispair, grabbed her wrist gently, then her hand. That man clearly did not want to let her go, and she noticed while stopping. "Please, don't you remember me?" His tone changed to an almost sad one. She didn't notice, but then she looked back and saw his expression, and stared into his dark eyes she didn't actually see before. It didn't matter how long it'd have passed, she would always and forever recognize that soothing glance. The one person that could read her like those books she had, the only one that knew her dead, cryptic language.

@yasminediary1532

3 жыл бұрын

love it

@LovinglyC

3 жыл бұрын

@@yasminediary1532 omg thank yoouu!! :((

@hopewindsor9231

3 жыл бұрын

You've got a poet's soul

@LovinglyC

3 жыл бұрын

@@hopewindsor9231 That’s such an amazing compliment 🥺💗

@hopewindsor9231

3 жыл бұрын

@@LovinglyC alright I seriously want to be friends with you now

This is perfect- I am studying rn👁️💧👄💧👁️

@GreyRainboww

3 жыл бұрын

haha same

@cathrinevisuals

3 жыл бұрын

Me too!

@vrinda5150

3 жыл бұрын

LMAO YOUR PFP- AND NAME I-

I am an open book that is written with a language that you think you know when you don't. A book that is full of false friends and words that make you feel a certain way, that is not the way you want to feel, but the way I want you to feel. So, while you are out there happy -thinking that you can read me like an open book- I am here, engulfed by my lonesomeness.

@mmjjll1717

3 жыл бұрын

😌

It’s all beautiful, how the stars still shine even though there so far away” she says He looks at her with grace, if only they’d been in love sooner. They’re looking at the same sky but thinking different things. “The stars shine because their burning and slowly dying” he says “aren’t we all?” She says. The silence goes on for far to long after their words. “You’re beautiful “ she says. They begin to go silent for the rest of the night. Only talking through their eyes, wondering what keeps the stars so bright. Wondering and wondering the night grows darker and darker, the stars brighter and their minds faster.

perhaps there is a world where our love is more than an ill-fated fantasy dreamt upon in thirty years time, one that made my memory your muse of "could've beens," perhaps, there is a reality for us.

Here I am, feeling like I reading letters from my lover and wrote it on my diary, when in reality I'm just drafting a legal document and in need for tears.

Pov. Just because you showed people a lot, it didn't mean that you were an open book that people could understand. All your words had second meanings, all your smiles were not all that sincere, and all your laughs were forced. Yet people thought they knew you. But the truth was... No one did. Not even you.

I don't want to love if it ends tragically, but to never love is already tragic enough I don't want to die alone

@ArtisticYomi

3 жыл бұрын

owwh same....

@ketiberezhiani7024

3 жыл бұрын

@@ArtisticYomi same

“Many whisked me away and stole fragments of my heart and left me to rot. I have healed but my sanity is no more.”

She picked envelope after envelope, exasperated. Her tears mixing with the water droplets that carried the ink from the papers and dripped to the cold white floor. The black ink flowed through every inch of the paper, no matter how fast she was, they were already ruined and along with them, his last memories smudged too. How she wished she could reverse time somehow to save her beloved's last words to her. Her heart screaming in pain. It hurt more than she ever let anyone know. These letters were what kept her at peace. Imagining him dipping his brush in ink and portraying his feelings on a blank paper, smiling as he did and maybe his eyes watered when he wrote how he wished he could see her, be with her, and touch her. Just how impatient she used to be, her head perked up at every sound of the mailman. Oh, what wouldn't she do to see him just once? And yet when the maid apologized, she brushed her off. She has moved on she said. But that was far from the truth.

@shaebeckford

3 жыл бұрын

wow this is so good

@taibakhan7535

3 жыл бұрын

@@shaebeckford Thank you! It means a lot :)

@taibakhan7535

3 жыл бұрын

@Adriana Arnoldin Lopez I'm sorry there's none for now.

@njmajwabre650

3 жыл бұрын

This is so good wow!

@taibakhan7535

3 жыл бұрын

@@njmajwabre650 Thank you so much

ivoryyy and oliviaalee are carrying my study playlists 🙏🏻

this is so calming and instead of doing my assigments here i am reading the stories under this! ill be back here again i want to write something too

@minstoesd334

3 жыл бұрын

@Adriana Arnoldin Lopez you’re looking forward to it ?!!!

Decipher me. If thou darest. 💜

title: the silent twins meet the twins, Kimberly and Phoebe they weren’t like other twins. you see Kimberly and Phoebe made up there own language by the age of just 5 cause they hated how people would talk to them about anything they only talked to each other in there language and if they are talking to someone else they would still talk in there made up language *fast forward when there 17* they make a agreement with everyone they knew that the only way that one of them would talk in there 1st language is if one of them dies so they keep that agreement *Fast forward when there at the end of there life* there both lying on there death beds still not talking in there 1st language then Kimberly dies of old age at 102 at 5:15 PM her last words where “bye Phoebe see you soon!” Phoebe died of old age at 102 at 5:17 PM her last words where “I will say hi to Kimberly for all of you!” Edit: I hope you all enjoy my little story! :)

@izzybluebell8399

3 жыл бұрын

Hey, isnt this inspired from the actual story of the two twins? It was a horror story, Im pretty sure.

@scarlett3599

3 жыл бұрын

@@izzybluebell8399 yea it is :)

@julietteferrars7739

3 жыл бұрын

yeah.. I actually saw this somewhere and searched for this some time ago, and it is an actual story. Basically, there were two twins, and they made their own language. The problem is that they couldn't speak the actual language of humans, and I forgot if they were sent to the mental hospital but they were together all their life and one day, one of them died of fairly natural death. After that, the other one eventually spoke normally and said that the two of them planned to escape the "curse" of not speaking normal, but they couldn't, not unless one of them sacrifices herself. You can search it up. I think the other one is still alive.

@izzybluebell8399

3 жыл бұрын

@@julietteferrars7739 Actually theyre both death now cause it was in the past, and when the remaining twin died, she creepily said something about joining her other half (aka her twin)

@scarlett3599

3 жыл бұрын

Btw I have to say: I didn’t take the original story and change the names and stuff, while I was writing this story, the true story popped in my head while I was in the middle of writing this story and I got some inspiration from the original story but not all inspired just to clear that up :)

[MIND DUMP] being held at gunpoint the once seeming chivalrous man chuckled, amused at the scene unfolding before him. there he was pinned against a wall unable to move. face smashed against the stone brick, blood flowing from his lopsided grin, he knew this time would be the end, he knew he would be thrown in jail to be forgotten soon. but he did not mind, for his lover would be praised. his lover would be happy, and content. but, for the last time, he feels the touch of the protagonists skin, smooth, but rough. the perfect balance, the perfect man. just to have his focus on him is enough. just for a few minutes, its all he needs. its all he ever needed. and for the last time, they bid goodbyes, the hero not knowing it was the last time, the villain knowing very well he will never see his lover again. as tears streamed down the villains face, he smiled brightly at the hero, tilting his head to the side, the onlookers gasped, as for they thought the villain was scared. but the heros vision clouded with tears when he had seen the villains eyes. their last time gazing into each others eyes. a single look worth more than a thousand words.

@kifferan6272

3 жыл бұрын

PLS DONT BULLY ME LMFOS THIS EAS JUST ME WRITING DOWN WHAT I THOUHT

@franbleur6783

3 жыл бұрын

@@kifferan6272 PLS IT WAS SO GOOD MY HEART BROKE IN THE MIDDLE LEGIT NO CAP SJJDDJ U HAVE A TALENT FOR PULLING HEARTSTRINGS BUB

@kifferan6272

3 жыл бұрын

@@franbleur6783 ITS BECAUSE IM A PISCES 😭🖐️

@carola6056

3 жыл бұрын

WHAT ISTG IMMA FIGHT U, U CANT SUDDENLY THROW THIS AT ME LIKE THIS IT HURTS OKAY, THEY- are you sure you didn't throw this in the wrong playlist?

@kifferan6272

3 жыл бұрын

@@carola6056 ITS THE RIGHT ONE THIS OS WHAT I THOUGHT OF WHEN LISTENING TO THESE SONGS

For some reason the first song reminds me of a plant starting its day by getting watered after a long week. It loses and gains leaves overtime. Eventually, it grows into a majestic tree. Many years pass and it sees many people whom it will outlive. Once grown from the care of a human, then planted in their backyard that is the wondrous forest. It continues to grow older and wiser. The tree has swings and carvings etched into it by people who have crossed its path, its a part of it. Seeing many stories, that is what a tree does, it sits and watches the world go on. That tree sees life pass by and as it comes to the end of its years it falls over. But it isn't falling, no, it is lying to rest and will grow back to repeat the process but in this next life it will start on its own. The tree knows this and is at peace with itself and the world. And with that its grand leaves and braches sway in the air for a final time. No one sees or hears it fall into its long slumber but the forest creatures who once called it home. See you in the next life, sleep well. Goodnight Mr. Tree.

im studying rn but i will defintiely write a letter for the ones i love with this playlist starting with myself

i never liked classical music but this is like, really good

we never knew it was the end, till we look up at the sky and saw no clouds, the silence took over, the light grey sky turned over, as the sunset faded away, we both look at each and said “till the next sunset” we both smiled and walked away..still waiting for the next sunset with you...i may never get it but till this day before the sun sets i look up at you “ i miss you”❤️

I saw the title and the first thing that came to my mind was "Whats your name?" "Gansey." "Is that all?" "that's all there is."

@noelvu754

3 жыл бұрын

Raven boys???!!

@keaule

3 жыл бұрын

THE RAVEN BOYS 🖤

@ketiberezhiani7024

3 жыл бұрын

@@keaule is it good?

I felt the hand move i think I'm tripping anyone else?

Feeling very much like the main character of my own life after a long long time, thank youuuu

Flickering lights and window wide open, making the curtains blow quietly and gently.Light raindrops trickling down the glass and the sky above dark and starry. You stood there in complete peace and harmony. No one could see you and no one could hear you, just the perfect thing for coming back after a murder...in the corner lay a silent body with a dagger in the heart. The blood stain was still drying on the plaid flannel and the hard wood floor was painted with red colour ,in need of a clean. A grin creeping up on your face, while a cigar was held between your two fingers. Your eye catches the cryptic message from your mother, yet to be decoded but how? Would she have wanted him killed? Your own father slaughtered by you but there was no other way, there couldn't of been. He had killed your mother, out of pure hatred and you took revenge .You place the cigarette between your two lips and breathe in the tobacco, the smoke escapes and fills the air, while your mind stirred with questions and regret. The message in your trembling hands, you glare at it, you look again and there in dark black ink it was decoded, how? You read steadily but with panic, heart beat rising and then a stop..."That is not your father." A gasp escaped out of the crimson lips, struggling to breathe, as if someone was strangling you. Picking up your body, stumbling across the floor, reaching your hand out for help but then you remember "no one could hear you and no one could see you" and with that thought you lay dead along side the strangers body...

@fleefight1042

3 жыл бұрын

lovely!

I love the vibe the pictures the music everything. I am so glad i found other people also enjoying this video . We have a good taste.

the title accurately put all the things i feel into words like i can open up, you don't have to dig too deep to get things out of me, like my backstory, i'm not afraid to show you the terrible thing that is my childhood but i won't connect with you it's not that i don't want to i just can't bring myself to do so

I don't know how, but this playlist gave me the strength I needed for today :)

Someone may discover how to decipher your story,but when they come to the end they'll leave you for the next book to read.

classical themed playlists just hit different, thank you

i love this so much, it makes me calm ☺️

thank you so much for this! it helped me do my assignments

Ok this is now my fav playlist that u made 💛

I just love your playlists ♥

I've watched so many of this videos and this is far my favourite

I love this side of youtube. Y’all are amazing

this is so beautiful,it makes me calm..Thank You so much..I listen to this while reading books...AGAINNN THANK YOUUU✨

I’m an open book, but written in a cryptic dead language, A language, some may read but not understand. A language, not spoken but seen. I am an open book, but written in a cryptic dead language, I’m a book, no one will ever see I’m a book, no one will ever touch I’m a book, no one will ever read. I’m an open book whose pages will never turn.

Very calming and introspective. Maybe when I have the energy I'll write a story to it.

This is sooo good I love this🥺💗

thank you for making this. it's a beautiful compilation.

thanks for giving me a phrase that can describe me, it felt so comforting while reading it

listening while translating Cicero. lowkey wanna cry, lowkey wanna sleep why is Cicero so HARD

''beautiful stranger show up in a dance party in the 17 century''

Never have a playlist describe how I feel about my self so well.

it's a large volume, leatherbound with a crisp scent of ink. pondering over it's contents, i frown. "where did you find this book again, igor?" i ask, turning away from the runes to glance at the witch boy. he shrugs shyly, "in a crate by the woods. a note scrawled with your dad's name on it." he mumbles. his voice is quiet and raspy, but still oddly sweet. i nod. "i know that, but like, where was the crate more specifically?" he blushes. "oh, i didn't know you meant it like that. it was near the old shack that hunter lived in." hunter was the old man who lived by the woods, he'd invite me for tea sometimes when i passed. i miss hunter, he was very kind to me. i rub my brow, confused. "why would hunter have left this book for my father the day before he was poisoned?" i wonder aloud. "and my dad dosen't know whatever this language is, at least i don't think he does." igor looks down at his feet in worry. "i- i might have an idea..." he finally cracks.

I’m an open book, translated into every language, yet I’m still overlooked, and ignored, and forgotten.

3:00am 2022 Laying in bed while listening in this playlist, just thinking what's the matter of living.

Thank u for this playlist ♥️

"I’m an open book, but written in a cryptic dead language" is my motto for a lifetime. I'm studying Latin, Ancient Greek and Ancient Bulgarian so I can precisely fit into this frame. Gratias tibi ago de playliste quod fecisti!

@vasilia4788

3 жыл бұрын

wow I am Bulgarian but I've never heard of someone studying ancient Bulgarian! That is so cool!!!

@MadisonJMunn

3 жыл бұрын

Wanna day dream about going to Bulgaria and sitting in the bath houses

@theskychild2594

3 жыл бұрын

@Sierra Skipworth I said "Thank you for the playlist you've made"

@theskychild2594

3 жыл бұрын

@@vasilia4788 You can check out my school - NGDEK "St. Konstantin Kiril Philosopher"

@moonlightboyz6410

3 жыл бұрын

I wanna study too but idk where to start

As your eyes open, the first thing you see is him. His green eyes look suddenly more colorful in the sunlight. He's sitting by the window, unable to notice you're awake. He's reading a book that you can't seem to see the name of. He then shuts his book and leaves the room. You quickly change and run around the castle to find him, though it seems he wants to be lost. As you're checking the ballroom, you see him standing.. waiting for you with his hand open waiting for your hand to accept. The time goes on forever. He whispers into your ear "I know that this may not be the right time.." You slowly let go of his hand.. the music stops and everything starts fading to black. The music starts to play again. You hear this ringing noise that's intolerable. Suddenly, you're awake. The feeling of nothingness filling the hole where he once was.

everyone detailing a vision of themselves or others > < this is one of the best classical playlists I have listened too, to date. brooding and self-absorbed, akin to searching out the best book representative of the self.

reading random beautiful stories >>>>> doing my work

YOU CHOSE THE MUSIC WISELY, I LOVE IT

I love your music it's amazing I feel like you have exactly the music I need to hear and I feel like a kind of relaxation it's so comfortable thank you very much I adore you and you're music :)

im drank while listening this so its amazing shit

this is the best classical playlist ive ever seen

Ivoryyy we love u and your music💞💞

@Ivoryyy14

3 жыл бұрын

Thank you so much!!❤❤

@muqadas8629

3 жыл бұрын

❤❤this place is my home..

@muqadas8629

3 жыл бұрын

Ivoryyy I wanna ask that can I mention your channel in my upcoming vlog on my channel...I'll be very thankful to you..

@Ivoryyy14

3 жыл бұрын

@@muqadas8629 ofc! :))

@muqadas8629

3 жыл бұрын

Thanks dear...

I’m writing a story to this so thank u!!

The title is everything

I just had a good time talking to people in the live chat. Too sad it got over :(

It's funny because I immediately thought of the Voynich Manuscript. Anyways, this was a great. Thank youuu❤

Beautiful!

the fact that i listen to this while studying (and translating) latin, a cryptic dead language- the vibes are immaculate

I am a open book, but for I have no pages because I always get rid of the evidence. I'm a closed book, that's stuck on the site of the Titanic. I know it's bad-

I can picture my past lover crying while he reads my last letter for him cuz of this playlist

People look at me and tilt their heads, wondering what is written in my lines of writing. "You can't read me," I say. Over and over, but no one reads me,"Don't waste your time it's not worth it." And so they leave, letting the next person have a go. Their minds wonder what the key to my lock is, what the translation to my language is. I yell that the translation is dead, that I will never be figured out. They shrug their shoulders and believe the truth. So I sit and read the language that only I can read, me. I read the thoughts in my mind, the feelings in my heart. I cry out to be understood,"I understand." A stranger comes along, and as I look at their pages, they are all written in my cryptic, dead language.

aww this video's premiere was on my birthday :)

Eu estou ouvindo essa playlist TODOS OS DIAS acho q n to bem

@Giovanabanana01

3 жыл бұрын

Eu também.

i'm reading 'Dead poets society' right now while listning to this, great match

Beautiful Thanks

me: trying to listen to this while studying add: LinDoR, MadE tOo MeLt yOU...

@geethikavenkatesan2627

3 жыл бұрын

bahahaha this made my day 🤣🤣

so yeahh i thought it would be nice if i share my very first writing here haha yep it's not that good but eh :> I am not here I am stuck Not sure of what to do Many things are waiting for my attention But here I am Found myself listening to these classical music pieces Empathizing with these strangers’ writings Escaping the painful and complicated reality Silently hoping this would comfort me Here I am Writing down on this piece of paper As I try to see what this will bring me Here I am In my own world, wandering With no map, afraid I might get lost Too many thoughts Too many places to go, but here I am I am stuck Stuck in my mind’s eye Can’t face the reality Can’t look what’s in front of me Here I am, I am not here - L.A.

i love how i'm acting like i'm writing a poem but i'm really studying..