daksh.

i was here. -TF;

i'll either die young, or will make myself go sane, in a world of insane beings.

it will always be a wonder to me how cafe's are preferred over stargazing or a walk.

if i od, i want you to od right beside me.

"i'd die for you" that's easy to say.//"i'd live for you" and that's hard to do, even harder to say; when you know it's not true.//

the time when edm wasn't just wannabe pop-future-bass (not you illenium) and trap nation wasn't a sellout.

skrillex isn't king of dubstep, he is dubstep.

i'm on the edge of something breaking, i feel like my mind is slowly fading.

in between whose feelings for whom are real, we realised that you prefer him, and i prefer the constant wonder of 'will we ever' and not exactly the scenario where 'we are'.

im at the top of the world, but i kinda want to jump from here.

how is it scientifically possible that i'm paying oh-so-much attention to her now that she has a boyfriend when i was totally uninterested in her before?

it's already over in my head.

me plus me is a problem.//sahlo folina//

what's wromg? you've been asking but i don't have an answer.

out of all the what if's, you're my favourite.

just some of my favourite bands of 60s/70s/80s/90s along with bands of today. although these are only the tiniest bit. for earlier ones, 80s finch and for newer, just any random playlist.

a fight for supremacy of the forest with a possible love interest.//dark academia.

im just here for, drugs.

something magical about the unknown;

she's the cold breeze on a warm summer day.

from what i remember is, it's always a dark room, a company that really mattered at the instance (can be solitude), and some chill environment, which makes a song more than just a fucking collection of frequencies.

john's first wife cynthia said, "john never looked at anyone the way he looked at paul.“

what a soundtrack adds to the movie is beyond comprehension. i can only dream to fathom a scenario where instruments fail to not fuck my my dopamine.

toxicity with angel voice xo

the way johnathan watches the same video again and again, stares at the same picture in the same frame repeatedly, in a property huge but unscathed by humans, is in a way touching. remember remembring.

i'm sorry, reality's boring.

classics with a bit of stuff from here and there.//rise and fall of spinnin// 2012-16 the golden era

tags aren't the way to go. it's not dance, it's random movement that either looks god damn beautiful, or feels like you won a nobel for something you won a pulitzer for, ie. the feeling of ecstatic happiness.