The content is fcking genious, i feel like he s trying to save from vecna while im dying (Stranger things)

This is what I hear listening to this song drunk on the train at 4 in the morning

The caption says “an idiot” 😂

Those ads are really getting in the way of my inconsolable sobbing

listening to this in an ice cold bath with blue lights it’s so beautiful

The year is 1423, a handsome young prince is living with his strict parents nagging about: "You must find a princess soon, we want heirs." He is sitting inside his room with a sword in his hand, cutting the blade into his wooden headboard as he looks out the stone window, and at the forest further away. He glances towards his wooden door and goes out. He sees his parents sitting and talking in the dining room when he slowly sneak out, slowly heading to the forest. He is relieved to be alone and free without command. When suddenly... a branch snap. He still has the sword in his hand and quickly turns around with the sharp tip towards a woman's throat. She holds her hands up with a: "Wait!" He quickly lowers the sword and apologize before they start talking. It turns out that she is a witch, but she is incredibly beautiful. They talk, and talk until the sun sets. He heads back home to find his mother standing in the doorway. "And where have you been young man?!" She scolds. He lies to her and walks to his room where he can't stop thinking about the witch he met in the forest. And he keeps sneaking out to see her again. (That sounded better in my head😖)

This feels like a ghost hunting movie. Imagine, ghostbusters are sprinting through a house, while ghosts observe them

i usually play this video on like 5 tabs simultaneously so there's like 10 voices going through my head at the same time and drown all my other thoughts. it's unsettling but in a really good way (or I'm just weird)

I run through the hallways of the castle. There’s music echoing all around me- everywhere I turn I see bloodied figures propped against the wall. The voices are getting louder and more distorted-I keep running, trying to find an exit-this was a bad idea, I’ll never find my family-except I do, right over there, lying In a puddle of their own blood-Sweet Charlie, lying so still-he should be running around-Mom and Dad, they shouldn’t be so *dead*- why shouldn’t I join them? No, I must keep running, I hear the music slowing, is that a bad thing? So much confusion, how do I get out-There’s a door, few more steps-and I leap, slamming into the doors. they’re not opening-why aren’t they opening? My panic dulls into a sense of calm. I turn and slide down with a smile. The music reaches a final crescendo, and there-the voices consume me. I close my eyes. This is the end.

I can close my eyes and imagine a woman from the victorian era running through the halls of her castle trying to find her girlfriend before something bad happens

Achilles as he waits for Patroclus to join him in the underworld. He sits for an unsure amount of time- how are you supposed to tell time in a place like the underworld anyway? Do you think he starts to forget? I do. This is what he hears as his time alive slips through his fingers like sand.

I’m a muslim idk why i listen to this ?!

i have always heard this song as talking to yourself. trying desperately to convince yourself that theres a reason to be here, to stay another day; to not listen to that awful voice in your head telling you to just let go. the battle in depression and inability to ease any pains it causes yourself and those around you. how the love you might have left in your heart is the only thing keeping you around and how youre an instant away from losing even that. i never hear it as two people, only myself. trying to learn whether or not its worth staying just for those who hold me close, i dont want to hand my pain to those around me but im sick of living because im expected to until i finally an graced with returning to the earth just as everything ive ever loved has done. i miss the times where i could only dream, and this song brings me there but with it comes the anger of living.

"You create. You see the beauty in others. You see beauty in simple things. But you could never see the true wonder of your own art. Your poems, your stories, your painting, your photos are wonderful, the piece of soul you put in all of them is immaculate. No one, and I mean no one, could ever create the way you do."

None of us here are mentally stable.

The feeling of imminent dread in my chest is there, but the feeling of relief and serenity lies over it, masking it.

My lover's got humor She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick", you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life

Why does this give so much nostalgic vibes?

An idiot

Moms, am I right?

I made the same comment about a year ago or so from my older account. I actually feel this version is legit like the Olympian deities are talking to Achilles. While Athena is telling Achilles to get ready to fight as a soldier while Apollo is urging him to jump down from the rooftop The French portion feels like Gods are talking among themselves in Olympus and arguing. While Achilles is confused and is in grief. It's like Achilles is a chess piece of the deities. So he's slowly turning insane. Edit: I like the audio edit of this version better than the others even the original one.

"He is half my soul, as the poet says."

Help me :( I feel like I'm stumbling and unsteady

Not me in a depressive episode immersing myself into the role of my OC, a son of Thetis who changed his name from the Greek his mother gave him to the much less trauma-related name Onyx. Here's some more about it, including the PJO side: Part of my AU (and one of my OC's little traumatic experiences that threatened his willingness to remain immortal) is that, after Achilles and Patroclus had spent about 4000 years in the underworld, they decided to be reborn. Patroclus opted to be reborn first, to keep it so that Patroclus remained older. Many years later, Achilles is finally reborn, finally able to reunite with his only lover. Patroclus was reborn in 1945 to Hades and a woman named Maria, and Achilles to Apollo and a woman whose name i do not know. Their names became Nico di Angelo and Will Solace. After 4 millennia, they were reunited in the living world. The OC lore bit is due to my character being a son of Thetis. His name was originally Greek, and he changed it to the name Onyx after his brother's death. He was an immortal, like his mother. After the war between the camps, Onyx attempts to find his brother and brother-in-law in the underworld, but to no avail. He was devastated, and spent an entire year searching. He eventually found Nico and Will, but, to Onyx's dismay, he wasn't recognized. He even found Chiron in an attempt to prove it, finally able to show them who he was. Onyx almost stated his old Greek name just for his little brother to recognize him. Onyx Thetidis had never changed since he was 17. He even planned to bring Thetis before them, just to jog their memories. He was in pain, the pain of losing his loved ones twice. So yeah, sad lore time. Onyx is very trauma sometimes

All I can think about while listening to this is how sad The Song of Achilles was :( Tbh it ripped my heart out,tore it up,threw the hundreds of pieces on the floor,stompted on it,and then put it in a blender and then threw it off a bridge

"I just need to go a little bit insane for a while" I think as I click on this video I found it ages ago and then it got chucked into a youtube mix again yesterday and I couldn't be happier to be reunited

Late comment but: Imagine you have lead a successful life. You are exactly as everyone wanted you to be, expected you to become. It only takes one tiny mistake. One fatally impulsive decision. And everything comes crashing down. The life you built, the relationships you so carefully crafted, and the illusion you had put on for everyone's entertainment. Everyone is so disappointed in you. And you? You laugh at the fucking absurdity of it all.

"where you go i'm going so jump and i'm jumping since there is no me without you" he followed him to death.

why do i feel like i'm being ritually sacrificed

Non French speakers: Oh, french stuff. That seems sad. French speakers: remember happiness? i don't.

omg

this channel is awesome for role plays or comics for someone to do i use this channel a lot for that

Achilles stands on the edge of the roof. The cold night air blows against his bare arms, but it feels like nothing to him. Just a feather-light touch. Glancing over the side of the building, he sees the city, stretching on forever. The lights below flash and flicker over his golden hair. He takes a deep breath. A few tears slip down his face and he looks down again, seeing the hard pavement waiting far beneath him. Achilles lifts his foot, about to step over the edge, but suddenly he hears a noise from behind him. Turning around, he finds Patroclus. Patroclus takes a step toward him, but Achilles lifts his hand, stopping him. “Don’t come any closer,” he says. Patroclus nods and stays near the door he came from. “Achilles, please come down,” Patroclus says. “Please get off the roof.” Achilles shakes his head. “I can’t ,” he says in a broken whisper. Patroclus looks at him, his face shining with nothing but love. The expression scrapes against Achilles’ numb heart. He doesn’t want to make Patroclus unhappy, but he can’t see a way out. He turns his head to look at the city again. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Patroclus taking another step towards him. “Don’t,” Achilles says. “I mean it.” Patroclus freezes mid-step. Achilles can see the shine of tears on his face. “Achilles, please. ” Achilles looks away from Patroclus for a moment and looks out over the city. To someone else’s eyes, it could be beautiful, but to Achilles, the bright lights are cold and uninviting. The brightness in each window is simply a reminder of his own apartment, dirty and dark. “Achilles, you don’t have to do this,” Patroclus tries again. Achilles scoffs. What else can he do? Nothing he’s tried has helped him, and he knows anything else won’t work either. There’s no solution for what he’s going through. Nothing that can ease his pain. Nothing except… Achilles shies away from the thought, not wanting to dwell on it. He glances back at Patroclus, who stretches out a hand. Silently begging him to step away from the edge. Achilles almost shakes his head, but something stops him. He pauses and stares for a moment at Patroclus’s hand. He wants to look away, to step off the roof, but he can’t draw his gaze from Patroclus. Patroclus’s dark brown eyes sparkle with tears, but there’s a determined look on his face. The expression is familiar. Achilles continues to hesitate as he looks at the man he loves, the man who is bent on keeping Achilles alive. Then Achilles does something that surprises even him. He reaches for Patroclus's hand. He reaches out, and their fingertips are so close, yet so far from each other. A minuscule amount of space separating them, but it feels like a canyon. He reaches…and then the truth hits him like a battering ram, knocking the breath out of him and making him gasp for air. The truth hurts , but it's the reason Patroclus is here. The reason Achilles is out on this roof in the first place. "You're not real," Achilles whispers. As he says it, he shivers with the realization. This is the reason his apartment is cold and empty, the reason he feels so hollow and empty inside and the reason why nothing he does can help. Nothing can bring Patroclus back. Patroclus is gone. He's gone, and Achilles doesn't know what to do without him. He draws his hand back from Patroclus's outstretched palm. “I’m sorry,” Achilles says quietly, almost too quiet to be heard over the howling wind. Patroclus’s expression barely changes, but Achilles thinks he can see defeat in his eyes. Achilles gazes at Patroclus’s face one last time, imprinting his features into his memory. Then he steps off the ledge. Patroclus screams. The sound echoes in Achilles’s ears, the raw grief and loss in the cry almost painful to hear. Patroclus desperately reaches for Achilles’s hand as he tips over the edge. Their hands meet. And Patroclus’s hand passes through Achilles’s fingers. Part of Achilles is relieved at this, but the other part wishes Patroclus was actually there. Wishes Patroclus had grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the roof. Wishes he hadn’t had to be there in the first place. He wishes Patroclus was alive. But now, as he falls through the cold night air toward the ground, he breathes out a sigh of relief. Now he’ll be with Patroclus. I’m helloilovefanfiction on AO3

So it's the regular Achilles Come Down for me then.

It feels as if I'm running after something I will never reach

Sanity... whats that. can you eat it?

This song hurts so much. I knew someone who said they put this song on their story while thinking of me, and now they rarely talk to me. I know we loved each other, we said it. We really did love each other, and it hurts- oh, it hurts.

The song is amazing.. It tells about Patroclus trying to talk to Achilles, whom he fell in love with, although he could not find peace after his death....

Great 👏

This is perfect to read TSOA to

this is nice and all but i prefer my loss of sanity to be at extreme speeds, like our lord and savior cthulhu provides

Im sobbing

So just my life then? Alright lol

this song always reminded me of dark, windy, stormy evenings in early summer while i slowly lost my mind over how i'm not me anymore

gorgeous and deserves more attention

beautiful🖤

This is what my existential crisis at two AM walking outside to feel I'm alive sound like

It feels like sitting in a servant hallway adjacent to the ballroom while you’re crying because all you wanted was to dance with someone, but the person you wanted to dance with either rejected you or didn’t show up

It looks like technoblade our angel heard the voices