Видео

Sick

Man this song is cool!🔥

True detective

sounds like alarms in the beginning of end times. 🖤🖤🖤🖤 ENDLESS LOVE 44:44. goodbye 👋

much lyubov

Гениально

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Mugl

Glaza

That’s fucking amazing! What a huge talent! Love this artist, he’s underrated af!

самый ахууууууееенный ремикс на эту песню

I fricking love Mr Kiity. OMFG

очень мощно

<3

сексуальный сонг

Слушаю уже какой месяц только сейчас заметил что всего лишь 200 просмотров. Трек же офигенный

Где найти этого чела? В спотифае он есть?

Ибать я долго ее искала 😮

Бооооже, я как большой фанат Янки могу сказать, что это космос

ever notice how the voice in the bridge is the chorus melody but each 2 tones are switched?

я так по тебе скучаю.... 🌊🌊🌊

Ahahahahha, thank you😂

Two steps....splash......🌓 I'm off the deep end watch as I dive in......🟠🔥

Люблю тебя ❤

🖤

Bruce Lee is my option to deploy on any one any where wha t did Bruce Lee think of this

Песне уже с десяток лет

The best start no ever

So What is a Circle and Circle Thinker? A circle thinker is someone who has internal and sometimes connected conversations with other person inside the mind through time or through a memory. You can have a conversation with someone in the past and they will hear it in their present in their head in different ways, through dreams, through internal dialog or hearing you talk to their head. If that person brings it up to you about what your future self has said to them or what you imagined for them, you will either forget what they have told you about your conversation as you still need to say it to them at a later date and feel compelled to have that same emotion during delivery or you need to find the importance of repeating the same thing they told you you have said back to them at a later time. Complicated right? Or it could be totally imagined, and you just get the jist of what they are trying to communicate. I only just got part of it. My wife always tells me sometimes I seem like 2 different people. I just started going back and revisiting conversations I had with her and interjecting apologies or thoughtful compliments of what I currently feel in the present and not in said unfeeling moment. Circle of lies are retellings of events, or variations of events that have happened and could seem plausible based on the information you have in front of you. Writing in circles with open ended multiple meanings are usually helpful for circles of lies as they give the writer and sometimes not the writer multiple outs and takes on the intent of what is being expressed. That being said, creating things in your brain with others would be fun to do. Making music can be collabortive but sometimes ends up in a battle as to which direction the song goes in. Visual jokes and scenes are often fun to do with other and you feel like you are taking different imputs on the fly and creating something you would not have otherwise thought of yourself. Shared feelings feel important, real or imagined as you often see the importance of spending time with other and appreciating their happiness .

NoSkill(KnowSkill /Circle Skill ) was just a nickname, one of many I came up with for myself. It didn’t have much meaning to it at the time. It was just a name I used for video games as I was good at one at the time, as I played it everyday. People added to my nicknames various meanings for some reason. They said I wrote in circles and my sentences and sometimes words I would misspell were open-ended and had multiple meanings. A lot of the people I met thought different, they were different, they believed other things others thought were not possible. I often dismissed what they had to say but I enjoyed their conversations, I enjoyed people believing different things or thought they were creative and they were open in other ways. They said I talked to their heads at time, through an unknown connection they had not really seen before or was ever talked about or researched. I always dismissed what they were saying as I never said those things they wrote, even in my internal dialog to them if I ever had it and some seems out of character to me. Then I would forget what they had mentioned to me. I would forget that anyone said anything to me about speaking to each other’s minds, talking and communicating in different ways. Knowing, which often meaning looking and listening to what is around you, perceiving it in different ways and taking it in. I don’t know how to transition in writing, so I will do it like this. In 2019 I started thinking drastically different. I always thought I was normal in my thinking before. I always spent a lot of time in my head, with internal dialog, reinactions of events and arguments. I always felt in control on the dialog, the images, the sounds and the direction. That all went out the window, and I started feeling different. I had a lot of visions, stories in my head of future events that were going to happen to me (but never did), conversations and people talking that I couldn’t turn off, and emotions in my body that were there for no real reason. A lot of the story I should write out, some seemed to be influenced by those I talked to previously or writing shown to me but a lot of it was creative and I have never seen those types of stories before in any form of media. I fought through it, I had to still work to support my family. There was no support for it, no diagnosis and the thought of medication hindering me in another direction wasn’t what I am looking for. So, therefore, your on your own bitches! I can talk to your heads though!

I was typing in the dark when i made that mistake.

Melancholy hits hard on this one

Что это было?

😰

🥺🥺🥺

это нечто

просто окончатся можно )))

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👍👍👍🌈

Rip tesak ❤️😘

allow dislikes you puci ac boi

Huge. Not Yuge, Huge.

eeeEEEeee

Что-то в этом есть....

Shady Memories Hazy Dreams Nightmares in my Brain Night Terrors I cannot escape

May anybody write me down the tittle and the artist in latin alphabet, or maybe some translation?? I cannot search for this in any other way

боже, это прекрасно

개띵곡

Can i cry

В моей крови песок мешается с грязью, А на матрасе позапрошлые руки. А ты кидай свои слова в мою прорубь, Ты кидай свои ножи в мои двери, Свой горох кидай горстями в мои стены, Свои зерна - в зараженную почву. На переломанных кустах - клочья флагов. На перебитых фонарях - обрывки петель. На обесцвеченных глазах - мутные стекла. На обмороженной земле - белые камни. Кидай свой бисер перед вздернутым рылом. Кидай пустые кошельки на дорогу. Кидай монеты в полосатые кепки. Свои песни - в распростертую пропасть. В моем углу - засохший хлеб и тараканы. В моей дыре цветные краски и голос. В моей крови песок мешается с грязью, А на матрасе позапрошлые руки. А за дверями роют ямы для деревьев, Стреляют детки из рогатки по кошкам, А кошки плачут и кричат во все горло, Кошки падают в пустые колодцы. А ты кидай свои слова в мою прорубь, Ты кидай свои ножи в мои двери, Свой горох кидай горстями в мои стены....

девочка на картинке просто идеальная