Відео

This is what plays when a group aliens visit a desolate apocalyptic Los Angeles and one of them uses Contriveium-powered tech to see what the city looked like

Margiela🐐🐐

anemoia

This sounds exactly like how summer smells

*МММ им. Сергея Мавроди работает прекрасно и сейчас. Канал Мавроди Клуб на ютубе 0*

This is 4 yrs old but still fire ngl

this is what my house sounds like

I love Lana she is my baby my lord my queen 💘💘

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i wish i was dead already

Good to know how my neighbors listen Lana from my house

pov : you are my roommate

"now you do now you do" sounds like "another room another room"

i was listening to this will doing homework and i pushed in my headphones in more and i swear my soul ascended

Late night drives 😏 In the city ❤️ With your...oh only you 👍 You have a food/s on your side 👄 Ur phone is on 101% battery ☺️ But... A.... Twist...🐸 It's all good not until someone murders you 🐺 As I said ur alone ☁️ K byeee- Luv yah 💓

This works so well I got scared i was connected to my speaker outside my room for a second

I added this to my "depressed and slowly falling in love with my annoying neighbor" daydream playlist

This is such a beautiful nostalgic sing 😍

Its like i am high and sleeping during Lana's concert

love it

She you listen to this while studying thinking its a good i dead then get caught up in the song like your in a dream then your eyes start tearing up when you listen close to the lyrics and you realize you should probably do you work and it happens all over again like a cycle BTW i freaking love Lana

I already made a POV comment but i feel the need to say this as well so *flashbacks to when he died in my arms just outside the gym in the school garden as snow began to fall and I could hear a song like this playing as I cried and begged him not to leave me and apologized over and over even though I knew it couldn't save him*

POV [*SPOILERS FOR BANANA FISH*]: You're Eiji's mom after he came back home from America. You stand outside his door randomly throughout and hear songs like this. You don't quite understand them (you were never the best at English), but you can tell they're full of pain and sadness. You wonder what happened to your son on his trip.

So this is what I imagine when I listen to this: If I ever decided to actually go through with killing myself (I'm too scared ) this is how I'd do it. I'd buy a small tank of nitrogen from a welding supply store and put a oxygen mask on it. Then I'd write letters to my loved ones and leave them on my bed. I'd wait for a clear night when I could see the stars and blast this song and climb onto my roof and listen while I breathe in the nitrogen and look at the stars and till Its over.... so that's where I am when I here this. On my roof, killing myself.

Fun fact if you wanna make a next door music sample that you can't find there's a great audacity tutorial. I did it with tripoloski.

POV: You sit in your bathtub, the white windows start to rust, and plants are growing everywhere. You sigh as you slowly slip in the water, you close your eyes and go underwater. You let your body go, your mind go, and you slowly start to fade away... (I'm sorry if this is bad, its 5 in the morning listening to music and writing povs lmao)

I didn't know lana could be even more aesthetic

This feels like I’m drowning myself in a bathtub.

Me sitting outside the venue at a Lana concert because my parents didn’t get me tickets

If you could hear a depressive episode, this is what it would sound like

this reminds me of when i went to my school dance and i wanted to dance but i wanted to stay with my boyfriend who was playing basketball in the gym so everything sounded a lot like this...

So this what the others hear

i wish i were real.

I love the way you put this togetherrrrr

i don't know what love is anymore

I imagine I’m in a movie in a ballroom dancing to this.

this just makes me nostalgic

The beginning is so beautiful.

PLEASE CAN ANYONE DO THAT WITH FUR ELISE

i would happily die to this

i feel like i’m hearing the entirety of this song in the span of 1.3 seconds while my consciousness fades after i was stabbed.

Ah yes, back in the womb

NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION LIFELINE 📞1-800-273-8255 📞

You’re at a party that you don’t even know how you got invited to. It’s near the end of the night, and everyone is either passed out or lounging around in a haze of tiredness. You think you should head out, get home and call it a night, but somethings holding you back. Party’s aren’t usually your scene, but this one is different. Or was supposed to be, anyways. “Hey, you want a drag”, slurs the guy sitting across from you. The words “no” are on the tip of your tongue, but at the last second you change your mind. “What the hell”, you say, and take a long drag. Your on the verge of a coughing fit, since you’ve never done it before, but you manage to hold it in. You already feel like a loner, but you don’t want to come off as an inexperienced loser as well. At first your plan is to just take a small hit and hand it back to the guy. But, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. You take a second, and then a third, and as the time passes everything starts to feel hazy and the furniture and objects around the room start to blur together. “I could get used to this”, you think to yourself. It’s like being in another dimension, where your problems belong to someone else. The hospital bills, the loneliness, and anxiety don’t exist anymore, and seem more like a small inconvenience in the back of your head, opposed to the raging issues that occupy your mind most of the time. Minutes could have passed, or hours. Suddenly, you remember the reason you came in the first place. Speak of the devil, he walks out of the spare bedroom, the one you had been subconsciously looking at for a great portion of the night. Right behind him is someone else, someone you’ve never seen before. They’re holding hands, and both have a glint in they’re eyes that says they’re in on some special little secret. Well, it’s not hard to guess what the secret is. In that moment, you jolt out of the trance you’ve been in for who knows how long and you’re back stiffens. It feels like your entire world is falling apart, and you can feel your heart being crushed. Still, you keep that mask of indifference plastered on your face, like you couldn’t care less what he does and who he does it with. It seems like the high you were experiencing just moments ago has completely worn off, and all of your worries and problems hit you like a ton of bricks. And just to top it off, now you have to look at him, holding hands with a stranger, and pretend that everything is fine. Like always, you think to yourself. Suddenly, he snaps you out of your trance and says, “hey you, I didn’t think you’d still be here, it’s getting late. Need a ride home?” Just then, the girl who has now wrapped her arms around his waist asks, “we’re still on for tomorrow, right babe?” Babe. That’s it, you’ve had enough and suddenly you bolt up and cross the room toward the door, telling him you’ll make it home yourself. Clearly, him and the mystery girl are more than just a one night stand. Not like it mattered anyways. He’d never go for you anyways, so there’s no point in getting depressed about it, I tell myself. Well, easier said than done. Obviously, all those summer nights where he’d pick me up in his mustang and just drive for hours, with no where to go, meant nothing to him. All those times I felt like there was something more, that there were sparks between us, was one sided. He wouldn’t want a broken, damaged girl like you anyways. He probably just felt sorry for you. Right then, you feel the urge to get as far away from the house as possible, and you run in the opposite direction for who knows how long. After some time, you find yourself outside an illuminated strip club, playing a melodic song. Even though you have no idea where you are, you sit on the curb outside the club and just let yourself feel the melancholic music. You don’t even feel the tears falling until they land on your cropped, very tight shirt. The only reason you’re wearing it was for him, just like how he was the only reason you even showed up. But in that moment, he doesn’t matter, and the more you listen to the faint music playing inside the club, the more you resonate with it. And now you can hear the full on sobs escaping you, but you’ve given up trying to stop them, to control them. Right now, nothing matters, and your painful sobs seem to blend well with the beautiful music that carries you away.

I love the vibe, this really makes me feel good. Would you be so kind and tell me which program you used for this clip? Please keep putting out videos & clips like these, I love them!!

This has got me through a lot 🥺thx

what my mom hears outside my bedroom

POV: You're on the comedown of your MDMA trip, you come to the realization that life isn't as perfect as it seemed. You unzip your backpack & grab the ziploc bag in which the pills were located. The bag is empty. The sadness begins to corrupt your mind & you start searching drawers for any drug you can find. You turn your room upside down until giving up, you slide down your wall & your head falls. You begin to cry. You fall onto your side & notice a pill bottle under your bed. You crawl over & grab it. The bottle reads "Alprazolam" you open it & dump 5 & a half pills into your palms. You set them on your bed & walk to the kitchen to get a cup of water. You walk into your room grab the pills & go to your bathroom. You lock the door behind you & turn on the shower. You down all of the pills & step into the shower. 20 minutes go by & the effects set into motion. You grow numb & drop to the floor. You drown, as your bathtub drain is clogged with hair.

I'm in a depressive mood help

Lana is ethreal✨