Home - We're Finally Landing [Slowed + Reverb]

[@snomgaming3236]

This should be the song that should play when we land on mars

[@samzxl]

its called "We're finally landing", seems like it already wants to be

[@nazo7090]

And this is the history of super mario 64 slowruns

[@Meatballjenkins]

The first synth hit me like a train. It is so damn good

[@fwzel]

Nostalgic as fuck...

[@mywifeisabugatti.2513]

1:55 yoru fav timestamp

[@officialprincelouie]

When the lights fell It all went dormant. When the lights fell They cheered. When the lights fell They said goodbye.. “Tell them we had a wonderful life.”

[@mivuz]

very pretty quote. where is it from?

[@awildmewYT]

Beautiful. :)

[@THE_FLYT_DARK007]

reminds me of the universe 🌃🌌🌠

[@b-figure-023]

[ home - *-were finally landing-* ]

[@theultimatekiwi]

"Dale Earnhardt died doing what he loved, and his final memory was watching his own drivers speeding towards the finish line with nothing but open race track in front of them." if you don't get it go watch Emplemon's video on Dale Earnhardt

[@whatdoiaddhere]

I am a huge fan of nascar and I remember when that happened, R.I.P one of the greatest nascar drivers.

[@readanatic]

I don't know how to describe the emotion this makes me feel but /pos

[@veritastacy9098]

omg so epic

[@tornado796]

motivational ah song 😭😭😭

[@eabnercruz2012]

A wise person once said: The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her. -Pablo Neruda [1914-1973]

[@atolalkr9315]

The story of the nutorios japanese street racers.... The midnight -Hunter's moon

[@cameronmccleave1461]

nice

[@SM0K3_StACK]

Rip technoblade

[@landercalrissian2560]

Oof

[@landercalrissian2560]

thank you