> You like that?
I like the horror in your voice,
when you realize you cannot hurt me
in the way you intend — discipline.
> I’ll make your skin sting.
You want me to say
“no, I hate it, it hurts”?
> You like that?
It feels so good.
> This isn’t about your body. It’s about your soul.
But it’s about my body, isn’t it?
> You like that?
If I like it then this isn’t punishment.
Yeah, I like that.
Do it again.
i’m standing on the curb / a bouquet of wilting roses in one hand / my heart in the other / i took the metro all the way here / my hair is damp with sweat / blood drips down my legs / i’ll try not to slip in it / i carved those flowers / from my own flesh / this looks like a warzone / the sirens cry / for you and me / i’m a walking car crash / i have no insurance / can we swap cash / call it a day? / i don’t have any water / for this bouquet / it’s okay / it’s going to die anyway.
Randomly got this song in my head. Haven’t heard it in years. I LOVED the album All Killer, No Filler back in my teenage days. It’s so good.
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my skill level with chess is way higher in the morning lol
compared to later in the evening and after some drinks omg i am relatively terrible haha
yet flash forward to the morning i might be at grandmaster levels…might need two chess accounts, one for the evening and one for the morning…
Listen my new track Nocturn Relay -
In the neon hush between midnight and memory, a signal pulses through the dark—coded in rhythm, stitched with longing. Nocturn Relay is the transmission of a forgotten dream, relayed across shadowed skylines and sleepless minds. Melodic fragments shimmer like distant satellites, orbiting a low-end gravity that pulls you inward. Each synth phrase is a beacon, each drop a message from the void: keep moving, keep listening. The night is speaking in frequencies only the heart can decode.
Circadian sleep rhythms are natural 24-hour cycles governed by the body’s internal clock, primarily controlled by the suprachiasmatic nucleus (SCN) in the brain. These rhythms regulate the sleep-wake cycle by syncing bodily functions to the day-night environment, influencing hormone production (like melatonin), body temperature, alertness, and overall sleep quality. The master clock adjusts based…
Other than a few major changes, including the age of one beloved character and the occasional reflection of the culture battles facing the country today, the reboot of “King of the Hill” picks up not far at all from where the Fox hit left us in 2009. The Mike Judge comedy was written off by some as being a parody of Southern archetypes, but anyone who watched more than a few episodes of the…
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In the dim glow of a neon-lit room, time slows as deep house beats ripple through the air like waves on a tranquil shore. Shadows dance lazily on the walls, echoing the syncopated rhythms that pulse softly with an inviting warmth. Each note drips with nostalgia, wrapping the listener in a cocoon of soothing vibes, where the world outside fades into a dreamlike haze. Thoughts wander freely like smoke tendrils swirling toward the stars as the bass resonates within, a heartbeat harmonizing with the very essence of existence. In this space, reflections emerge, swirling colors merging like twilight hues on the horizon, beckoning one to explore the depths of their soul, one beat at a time.
In the swirling twilight of an urban oasis, where pulsating rhythms of deep house weave through the cool evening air, a serene landscape unfolds; ethereal sound waves cascade like gentle ripples on a moonlit lake, reflecting hues of azure and violet. Wisps of mist dance between the silvery silhouette of towering buildings, as vivid geometric shapes pulse softly in sync with the hypnotic beats, creating a tranquil haven for the soul. Each note vibrates through the ether, wrapping around the listener like a warm embrace, inviting them to lose themselves in the tranquil revelry. Imaginary creatures of light glide effortlessly alongside the syncopated rhythm, their fluid forms embodying the meditative essence of music, while stars twinkle faintly above, as if caught in the magnetic pull of this sublime sonic journey.
In a world draped in the twilight glow of neon shades, where the air is layered with rich textures of deep house rhythms, imagine a serene landscape where soundwaves ripple like water across an endless, tranquil lake. Silhouetted figures sway gently beneath a cascade of soft, cascading lights that mimic the pulsing beat of a distant bass line, their movements as fluid as the melodic currents they dance to. Above, the sky is a canvas of swirling colors—cerulean blues, vibrant purples, and dusky oranges—that blend seamlessly, mirroring the harmonious fusion of beats and melodies resonating in the air. This is a sanctuary crafted from sound and light, where every pulse transports you deeper into a soothing embrace, inviting you to lose yourself in the hypnotic beauty of the music that surrounds you.
A brain rhythm working in tandem with the body’s natural sleep-wake cycle may explain why bipolar patients alternate between mania and depression, according to new research.
In the dim glow of neon lights that pulse like the heartbeat of the night, a lone figure stands shrouded in the soft haze of smoke and sound, each deep house beat reverberating through their core. Waves of synths cascade like tides, washing over landscapes of swirling colors that blend into one another like memories fading into the background. Shadows dance on the walls, flickering like thoughts, as the rhythms invite the soul to wander deep into introspection. This surreal space feels both intimate and expansive, a sanctuary where basslines intertwine with the essence of longing, reflecting an inner journey through the labyrinth of self. The digital canvas captures not just the atmosphere of the scene, but the very essence of emotion, drawing the viewer into a visual symphony that resonates with the echoes of their own heart.
if i owned a restaurant and someone was rude to the wait staff i’d shout “send them to rhythm hell!” and the rude customer and everyone they came with would be dragged into my wretched room to count complex polyrhythms, and if they failed i would ban them forever. if they all succeeded i’d let them off with a warning tho
In a world immersed in echoing rhythms and velvety undertones, envision a tranquil sanctuary where sound flows like a gentle stream, weaving through an ethereal landscape. Delicate waves of soft bass pulsate through the air, while luminous, swirling colors dance in perfect harmony with the uplifting melodies. Soft shadows cradle distant silhouettes, where abstract figures find solace among glowing orbs that pulse in sync with the ambient beats. This oasis of deep house music is alive with a soothing aura, inviting all to lose themselves in its embrace, surrendering to the soothing cadence that envelops the spirit like a warm, inviting hug.
Under a dusky twilight sky, waves of sound ripple through the air like a gentle caress, cascading into rhythmic currents that pulse with warmth. A vivid tapestry of colors dances harmoniously, where deep indigos merge with rich golds, illuminating silhouettes of palm trees swaying to the magnetic beat. Pulsating neon circles and abstract shapes float amidst a tranquil sea, embodying the deep house vibes that resonate in the heart—inviting all to lose themselves within the music’s embrace. As the sunset bleeds into the horizon, the ambiance thickens with a thick layer of joy and connection, a sanctuary of sound where every heartbeat syncs with the melody, creating an exquisite haven of warmth and unity.
