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“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion."

@isaacfullmer7465

22 күн бұрын

You should at least give credit to the author. It's from the short story "The Minotaur" by Albert Camus.

@user-uh8mt6qr6d

11 күн бұрын

​@@isaacfullmer7465 your in the right but the world isn't built on original ideas so the author probably copied it too

@giyutomioka6679

5 күн бұрын

The world is only capable of bringing one's soul endless suffering. How can anyone ever turn away from that? We all suffer, we all taste death with a beating heart, we all taste misery with an inexperienced soul.

i often think my soulmate has died i don’t feel love i don’t think i ever will i dream and fantasize about it but that’s all it is a fantasy i’m rarely present on this planet always in my head in a dark dream world alone with someone a shadow figure casted by candlelight that moves sporadically as if, their life would be blown out with one breath along with any faint light this is who i believe to be my soulmate i would’ve been loved by now, if they were still roaming the grounds i can feel but they aren’t and i can’t a part of them must stay with me now taunting me reminding me that they are only a shadow with no face or name living through every candle i light, that warmth is the only thing i can feel my cheeks turn cherry, skin clammy and warm eyes teary from smoke fingertips blistered and burnt, the way a flame does things to me no being ever could. maybe when i was given life, my soul forgot to spilt into two or maybe it did… but, was so comfortable staying a shadow only showing itself when it knew i wanted it to appear so, every night i burn a candle until it dies out on its own and every night, it leaves me. part of me hopes that maybe, i will light my last candle and my second soul will fly up, shadows will dance around the cold sky and the wind will transfer the light into another being, one that was soulless, now filled with my love and i will carry a candle waiting for it to be lit, by my soulmate.

@khushisingh-dm4gc

12 күн бұрын

bruh

@d3athwing777

12 күн бұрын

This is amazing! Did you write this?

@ifba

11 күн бұрын

I feel it. In the hopeless last breath... I feel the same. I adore these words. How wonderfully do they describe the state of my mind/heart/soul... Just now... I'm speechless... smiling with the warm teardrops falling down my cheeks... Thank you...❤

@patientlips

11 күн бұрын

This is magnificent! Beautifully sad and still hopeful.

@lilyrose8607

11 күн бұрын

Wooow amazing poem t

“It’s only one dance.” That’s what Caligo had told himself. If his father thought this could be the way to bridge the gap between the two kingdoms, then by all means he would do his part. It didn’t mean he’d like it though. Except he did. And it was their third dance that evening. What had gotten into him? She had. This deranged princess had crawled under his skin with her sharp red nails and carved her name into his soul. What a way to go. Her pupils were constricted despite the low light that enfolded the room. Not a trace of humanity was found in them. The only thing emanating from her was a hatred that burned brighter and more dangerous as the dances went on. There are two feelings that breed curiosity; love and hate. And he couldn’t say he hated her. Why did she keep dancing with him? Where was the dagger hidden? And would he be able to stay alive when the thought of dying by her hands was tempting him beyond all reason? “Wait a little longer.” he whispered, pulling her closer to him. “Not yet. I haven’t loved you like I want to.” He hadn’t expected compliance, but she softened her step and looked him in the eye. Her hand trailed from his shoulder to his chest. She tapped her fingers lightly above his heart, circling it. “Revenge can be patient.” Her voice was soft and sweet, melodic, dripping with honey. In a moment, he began to wonder how he had hated her, feared her even. For, how can a madman not love insanity when it stands before him in the shape of a woman.

During times of adversity, it's easy to lose sight of the progress we've made and become consumed by self-doubt and negativity. However, it's important to remember that every challenge we face is an opportunity for growth and self-discovery. Instead of focusing on what went wrong, take a moment to acknowledge your strengths and accomplishments. Celebrate the small victories along the way, and use them as fuel to propel you forward. With resilience, determination, and a positive mindset, you can overcome any obstacle that stands in your way.

I sat there with a drink in my hand...watching my best friend dance with her partner with a smile on my face. She seemed very happy... And I loved watching her smile. I shifted my gaze to the man that sat at the other end of hall. The man I despised with all my heart. Or so I hoped. He looked wonderful as always. With a suit as black as his hair with golden linings. He wore his dashing smile that showcased his dimples. Every woman that looked at him would turn red. I hated him. At least I thought I did. These past few weeks that I spend with him made me realize that he wasn't the cocky,mean and cruel prince I thought he was. I naturally hated him as he was the prince of the enemy kingdom. But then father put forward an alliance. He came to the castle very often after that. He always iritated me. And he enjoyed it. I enjoyed bickering with him too. But then I realised that he was actually a very caring and sweet man. He cared for his people. He is just beautiful. In every way a person can be beautiful. I suddenly became aware of the thoughts in my head and told myself to shut up. I turned to look at him again but he had dissapeared. "You look stunning princess." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned to see my enemy with that sly smile of his plastered on his face. "What do I owe this displeasure, your highness?" I said disguising myself with a confident tone. He put his hand over his chest and said "ouch,that hurt. I sometimes forget that underneath this gorgeous woman is a bratty princess" I chuckled and said "I'll take that as a compliment" He smiled and held out his hand "May I,the handsome displeasure have this dance?" "Why,yes you may" I heard myself answer. What was I doing. My enemy,my nemesis,my rival. The man that I once dispised with my whole heart was now dragging me to the dance floor. The worst part was that, I did not hate it one bit. Before I could even process what was happening, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close. I almost let out a gasp. But I was too stubborn to let him know how much of a nervous wreck I was by his touch. I could not believe myself. I the princess, I the brave warrior who had fought so many battles and had won almost every one of them. I the brave woman who feared no one. Was trying to slow down her heart beating at the sight of this man. He and I waltzed around the ballroom and it was obvious that every single person in the room were staring at us. I cannot imagine how histerical the sight must've been... The princess and the prince of the enemy kingdom dancing together. But we didn't care. None of it mattered. At that moment, it was just the two of us and our racing hearts. " Did I mention you look stunning?cuz you do." "Careful your highness, two compliments in a row. We might just become friends." He chuckled and said "Oh we could never be friends. Trust me, I've tried to see you as a friend." "It didn't work,did it?" I said smiling at the memory of our constant banters. "I thought it did. But with the way my heart races when I look at you, I'm sure as hell that it will never work" I tried to calm myself down after I heard those words. My heart was beating so fast that I almost choked. I tried not to make it obvious how much of an impact his words made on me. I looked into his deep brown eyes and my efforts seemed to go to waste. I was staring for far too long. I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful. "Careful princess, if you keep looking at me like that, you might just fall in love" He said smirking. I scoffed and said "In your dreams prince" "We'll see about that." He dipped me against floor and as I straightened and looked at his sweet face once again,I realised that I was in fact falling for him. I was hopelessly falling in love with this man. And that scared me. But oh, I didn't care one bit...I smiled as we stayed with each other in our arms. And the world somehow seemed to have stopped.....

@Lin-te3lj

10 күн бұрын

I NEED MOREEEE

*Listening to sad, sentimental music feels like immersing oneself in a sea of emotions, each wave crashing against the shore of the heart, leaving behind a trail of poignant memories and introspective thoughts*

@Zackwize

19 күн бұрын

I love the random names of these playlists. I think, "Why not?" and then I hit play.

YESSS WE GOT AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS PLAYLIST! ❤❤

i play your playlists daily when playing chess , studiying or even sleeping . it really helps me to be productive as much as possible .

(A short story (scene) for you guys to read if you have nothing to do) My chest burned. My hatred for him lived like wildfire throughout me. I hated him so, that I had initially forgotten the particular reason why I had. He took my hand in his, and I gritted my teeth. I should’ve never accepted to dance with him, though what else could’ve I done? Many eyes were on me, on us. Perhaps appearance was why I had said yes. It was just us two on the dance floor. I felt uneasy from the chatter, the whispers. It felt as though each person was commenting how lousy of a dancer I was, how a pin in my hair was misplaced. Or perhaps how my shoes were untidy for such an occasion. His hand held on the small of my back and I felt him pull. “You’re alright, y/n.” I shivered and pulled away “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” He grinned. I rolled my eyes. After a moment his gaze softened. “You know you’re the prettiest woman in here? Don’t think so harshly of yourself.” “I’m not.” He ignored. “But you are. Just squeeze my hand if it becomes too much. I’ll take you somewhere. Anywhere but here. If that’s what you want.” I angrily looked away. Only then I realized, I hated him for all the wrong reasons. I hated the way he looked at me. I hated the way my body reacted when he touched me. I hated his stupid smile and his stupid attitude. “I hate you.” (Thank you Helder for this playlist💕💕💕🫶🏿🫶🏿🫶🏿)

@helderboutens

26 күн бұрын

Thanks for the lovely story!

As the days go by, The sadness in my heart only grows. As though my life is lacking something, I try harder each time to figure out ; What is it that i’m missing so bad ? I don’t want to be around people as much, I don’t appreciate little things anymore, I can feel myself changing emotionnally, Growing into a person i don’t want to be. Someone sad, preoccupied, and anxious all the time. What’s happening to me ? Am i losing the life inside of me ? What’s stripping me away of my joy ? I used to be this girl, always happy, always funny. But now i don’t recognize this lonely, sad woman i see in my reflection. Who’s this strange lady, tired-looking, never smiling that’s staring back at me ? It’s not me. I used to think myself pretty, full of energy. Now anything annoys me, everything about me bothers me. What’s happening to me ? And who’s this regretful lady, i see in my reflection ? This weird looking person, not as confident ? That can’t be me ! She’s got those dark eyes, a face she doesn’t like, hair she hates, weight she can’t bear… Oh wait… I know this lady. She is me. M.

I'm so happy to have found your profile. Thank you for the wonderful playlists, it warms my heart

@helderboutens

26 күн бұрын

Thank you so much!! Really glad you think so

I love listening to these playlists while I write! Thank you for a new one!!!

@helderboutens

27 күн бұрын

Glad you like them! Thanks for the kind words 🤍

@wickedwitchofBelgium

26 күн бұрын

I like thar too! I mostly write when in pure agony. Lately... writers block May I ask... what do you write about? Mine is poetry. For I cannot construct an entire story, my mind wonders too much. I feel lost in the dark a lot.... so that's what I write about, and love lost

@Jennanoelle143

26 күн бұрын

@@wickedwitchofBelgiumI like to write about many different things but mostly sad things as I find it very deep and emotional and can inspire me or someone who reads it. I either write poetry or novels. I do struggle to finish novels though!!! I hope you get through your writers block! Sometimes you need to take a break to get inspiration.

@wickedwitchofBelgium

26 күн бұрын

@Jennanoelle143 I'd wish some of us where closer together, we could write the most epic tales!

@Jennanoelle143

26 күн бұрын

@@wickedwitchofBelgium Yes!

YEEEEES, new playlist!! Thank you for the work done 😭💌

@helderboutens

27 күн бұрын

Thank you so much as usual 😌

Nice work you're doing everytime, beautiful choice of tracks. Helps me and my cat goes to sleep without feeling so lonely!

@helderboutens

26 күн бұрын

Thank you for the kind words!!

These Playlists have helped me so much at avoiding burnout when it comes to school- I just put one on while I work and stop when the video ends~ thank you 🤍

@helderboutens

19 күн бұрын

Really glad I could be of help!!

"seeing the light in the dark is worthless if you don't follow it"

Glad to see a new video from you. Thank you, take care! And good luck everybody!

@helderboutens

26 күн бұрын

Thanks! You too!!

Dear helder , i feel so calm When i hear your playlist. This is a right place! "Tutto puo' ancora avere un lieto significato."

@helderboutens

26 күн бұрын

Thank you so much for the kind words!

Oh wow, can't wait to watch this one! Awesome that I caught it so early!

@helderboutens

27 күн бұрын

Thanks for checking it out!!

This channel is always such a delight. Personally, I’ve been listening to a lot of 1920s/30s jazz recently and this upload had me wondering what the more “peaceful” or “classical” music of those eras was like… it couldn’t have all been swing! Maybe I’ll look into it tomorrow and see if I can dig anything up!

@helderboutens

26 күн бұрын

Thank you so much for the kind words!

@kaitlynblack5272

26 күн бұрын

I would recommend looking up Florence Price, George Gershwin, Maurice Ravel, Bela Bartok (if you want something grandiose), or Percy Grainger. They were all classical composers who were active during the 20's and 30's.

It is always very exiting relation - love-hate together.

thank you very much! your playlists help me both to write my stories and to sleep, so useful, so thoughtful. I listen to them every night. Thanks you!

@helderboutens

26 күн бұрын

Wonderful! Thank you so much 🤍

ESTAS LISTAS ESTAN CARGADAS DE UNA EMOTIVIDAD ÚNICA.. GRACIAS POR TANTA BELLEZA ✨ REALMENTE LAS DISFRUTO MUCHO Y FINALMENTE LAS AMO..🎶🎶🤍😌🙌

@helderboutens

22 күн бұрын

Thank you so much!!

I just found out about your wonderful playlists, and it actually helps me with my motivation on drawings and stories ! Thank you very much !

@helderboutens

26 күн бұрын

Glad you like them!

*slowly caresses homework "We're gonna be up all night long."

Dance with the prince, Owen had asked me, distract him for a while until he and the others can get past the shielded room and take what we need. So I did. I walked up to him and whispered in his ears, I was close enough for my shoulder to rest on his chest for a moment and I instantly knew it was a mistake. “Will you dance with me, Prince Killian?” His voice came rough, but his face remained calm as he gazed at me with suspect “I am no dancer.” “Humor me.” I smiled and took his hand in mine before he could walk away. His eyes were ones of a predator, following my every move with a strange hunger, I held his fingers with mine, unable to fully embrace his hand. and as if he suspected something was off, he glanced around, Owen nowhere to be seen. “Princess-“ he tried to reject and I quickly led him to the dance floor where the light of the stars reflected in a symphony as equally beautiful as the music being played in the air by some magic spell I had yet to learn. He grabbed my hand tighter and turned me towards his arms, his finger slid down my spine as a single drop of cold rain until he settled his palm on my lower back. His other hand slightly lifted up with my own. I hoped he could not hear the increasing beat of my heart as I put my hand on his shoulder, the feel of the leather was less distracting, unlike his skin on mine. His lips twisted into a cruel smile that created thunder in my soul. “I am offended by how you think you can fool me princess.” He pulled me towards him closing the distance between our bodies, then tourned us around the marble floor. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I managed to say, trying to focus on our steps and stay composed but as soon as his fingers traced circles and lines on my bare back, I gasped, the light of the stars and the music and murmuring of the party all blurred into a forgotten fog. His face remained neutral, but I could see the amusement in his coal noble eyes. “I will pay for this dance a great price.” He leaned in to whisper, his breath warm on my neck “The sword is not in my room” he smirked. I tried to turn and warn Owen, but his hands were still holding me tight. There was something of quiet desperation as he softened his grip and said “One more dance, princess, and I will hand you the sword myself."

@helderboutens

12 күн бұрын

Beautiful!

@Justme-yh6vr

12 күн бұрын

This. This has to be a full story please!

Beautiful

@helderboutens

27 күн бұрын

Thank you!!

The perfect song for this is "As the world falls down" by David Bowie

Live, Laugh, Love Helder ❤

@helderboutens

25 күн бұрын

Thanks for the kind words!!

قد مضى الزمان بنا ومشى بنا حيث لاندري مشى بنا عبر سكون الدنيا وعاصفها قد كان لنا من المرارهُ نصيبً قد مُحِي من دنياي الوانها الزاهيه ولونها الزمان بما يشتهي إنه الزمان.

Let's dance while the moon is shining, my love. Let's hold on as long as the shadows hid our faces. Lets love, until the sun burns us alive.

There are infinite ways to fall apart ❤

《Background: Medieval, masquerade.》 You encountered them at the dancing hall. They were wearing a beautiful costume, with their face covered by a mask. You were amazed by such beauty. But as soon as they approached you, you realized, it was your lifetime enemy. They offered you a dance. You doubt that they were up to no good. However, you did not decline them. In response to your acceptance, their hand gently grabbed yours and you rested your other hand on their waist. Charming aroma stroke to your nose, dazzling. The music started playing. They led, and you followed. You danced with them once, twice, thrice, a countless time. Until the clock stroke midnight, and they had to leave. "Shall we meet again?" They whispered, as gently as the way they held you. When you were defenseless, a kiss had been marked on your cheek. "Of course. We will." They laughed comfortably, bid farewell, and disappeared in the dark. Meanwhile, their scent was still around you. "Perhaps on our next encounter, we will no longer enemies." Notes: Sorry if my English is bad. I'm not a native speaker.

@helderboutens

8 күн бұрын

Beautiful!

Exelente video bonita canción dé piano 😊❤

@helderboutens

24 күн бұрын

Thank you!!

Love❤

My enemy is aloneness. Recently I’ve been forced toward it without a choice. If we could be friends that would make everything easier.

Isa and Oaklee They both went on a date had a wonderful time together and agreed to have another one some other time. They started talking on the phone, each exchanging their lives with one another. Isa began to envy the life the Oaklee was living. You see Oaklee was living a life Isa never had. Oaklee didn’t think that by sharing with Isa what he was doing day by day, it would eventually cause a hatred towards him. Oaklee began to fall for Isa, but Isa was already corrupted by envy and hatred to which did not allow for anything but toxicity. Oaklee in the eyes of Isa was an enemy. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer” was a motto Isa seemed to follow. Although Isa viewed Oaklee as an enemy he never cut ties with him completely. After their first date they continued to see each other in school. Oaklee fell harder. Isa hated longer. Isa would play mind games with Oaklee constantly. Isa always had an agenda to make Oaklee feel a type of way, and eventually a long eventually Oaklee snapped. Oaklee told Isa “I’m tired of this, I’m nothing but genuine and friendly to you and you’re mean and cold” Oaklee proceeded to tell Isa that no matter how unfortunate it would be, he no longer wanted him in his life. Oaklee had a long speeched delivered to Isa on how bad of a person he had been to him and that he no longer wanted him in his life. This snapped a realization that now he would not have Oaklee in his life, which was a very unsettling idea for Isa. Isa changed that day and no longer viewed Oaklee as an enemy but as a person who he needed to prove to that he is a good man. He viewed Oaklee as a person who made him strive to be a better person. Isa fell in love with Oaklee. Oaklee will never forget the love he created for both of them.

First piece name pls!

lets gooo

@helderboutens

27 күн бұрын

Thanks for listening!

great music. Please put the name of songs. Gracias!

You see your reflection in your partner !?❤️💔✨

The story of Elena and Damon.

Babe stop what you're doing! Helder uploaded!

@helderboutens

24 күн бұрын

I absolutely love the community we’re building here!! 🤍

9:54 I like this music what is the name?

“Would you give me the honour of your last dance?” He asked with a cocky grin waltzing on his face. “Only if you promise not to fall for me as the song comes to an end.” She answered, her eyes already empty, lifeless. He would, of course, accept the said condition; as killing her with his own hands was not enough: she needed to drown in her misery. His hands grabbed her waist, as sweetly and softly as the silk she was wearing. He had to admit that red looked good on her in a way it would never do on anyone else. Maybe that was the reason he wanted to see her covered in blood, apart from the hatred, which was born decades ago. To be honest, none of them knew why they fought against each other. Would that make a difference, though? Knowing how pointless this war is will not change the outcome for the two enemies, will not change how he feels. But what is it that he feels? He hated her, and for so many reasons it was hard to put into words. Think about it made him tighten his grip in a vague expectation that she would explode right there. She coughed, laying her head on his shoulder for no longer being able to breathe properly. Humiliating that was. She could cry if she wanted to, but in no case would she give him this victory over her. “Careful, princess, or you might sleep before the song ends.” He laughed, making fun of her. She thought of a reply, which would never be said. She did not have the strength for that. He was sanguine, impatiently waiting for her to perish right there. Who would have guessed that it only took a slice of her favourite cake and two drops of poison to put an end to her career. The woman who once declined the throne and declared war against her people only to cut his head now faces the cruel and ungrateful fate. One last waltz, one last breath, one last everything before he could finally declare his victory. What a shame his heart was aching, hands were trembling, throat was sore. Could that final note last forever? Slowly, regret would hit him. Regret for all those bloody words which killed her before that poison could have been thought of being used. Regret for the hate he swore to feel until his death but was never really there. Regret for how he lied, lied for a last dance, since he could never comply with that condition. He fell for her. And realised that with each passing note. He loved her. And will have to live knowing he killed the only woman who would ever love the ugly man he was inside. “Careful, prince…” She tried to say between coughs. “Or you might start crying…” Simple as that. Tears started rolling down his cheeks. Her eyes closed. The music stopped. How much of it was a victory? How much of it… “Careful, princess…”

@saccharineluna

11 сағат бұрын

(English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Steppenwolf

I have no enemies

What is the song that starts at 6:00 ?????? I love it so much ❤

@ParkerHiggins-qo1np

17 күн бұрын

valse sentimentale No.2 in G Minor (by eric christian) If you still need it.

@abbycolleen1421

16 күн бұрын

Thank you so much! ❤ I've been skipping to this part every time I want to hear it ​@ParkerHiggins-qo1np

the title is so reletable, it hurts🥲. Nice playlist tho

@helderboutens

13 күн бұрын

Thank you so much!

Anybody know the song at 6:00?

Please, whats the song at 9:40?

Bro, Siena Rose what?!

What’s the song at 38:05?

@nase9128

23 күн бұрын

Nocturne, Op. 9: No. 1 Song by Minoire I hope it's this

what is the first song?

@nase9128

23 күн бұрын

A Gentle Rain Begins to Fall Song by Shoshana Michel

@tsun_

23 күн бұрын

@@nase9128 thanks

anybody know the song at 17:00

@silvermelts

14 күн бұрын

i also want to find it :(

@dianawright473

10 күн бұрын

Once upon a December - From movie Anastasia. The song is very beautiful along with the movie ^-^

A u ok?

Oh how I hate her with her little smug smile and her scrunched nose, the way her eyes close when she laughs, how her cheeks are craved with dimples when she smiles, the curve of her brows, the color of her hair, how when she's nervous she tucks a strand behind her ear. Oh how I hate it when she fidgets with her dress. Oh how I hate it when she steals all the light. Oh how I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate that I notice. I hate that all I see is her. I hate that I enjoy when she's angry, just because that's the only moment she speaks with me. I hate it all. But now that her hands are behind my neck and mine on her hips, how can I escape ? How can I pretend when I shiver at every breath she takes? How can I pretend that anything else matters in the world when she's in my arms ? How can I pretend ? I hate it all. But more importantly I hate how I don't hate her.