silentfrenzies:

Chopin: Nocturne #19 in E Minor, Op. 72/1

Nelson Freire, piano

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doodlingbreaktime:

Wolf | First Aid Kit

When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun
Where the sun would set, trees were dead and the rivers were none
And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place
But there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace

(via gerwell)

Antonio Vivaldi, Atenaïde, RV 702b: Cor mio che prigion sei
[Nathalie Stutzmann & Jean-Christophe Spinosi; Ensemble Matheus]

(Source: sophistae, via nataliakoptseva)

handsome-squidward:

gameandwatch:

natsugay:

For all of you that believe that vulgarity in music is only from contemporary times then just remember that mozart wrote a song called lick my ass

Proof for those of us that are unaware

I’m crying listen to it

(Source: ryoutashota, via vlajean)

Personal mix : Lost soul, lost son
1. Fire - Hans Zimmer 2. Kingdom of Doom - The Good, The Bad and the Queen 3. Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine 4. The End of the World - Ghinzu 5. The Devil’s Tears - Angus & Julia Stone 6. If I had a heart - Fever Ray 7. Breath of Life - Florence + the Machine 8. Run Boy Run - Woodkid
Based on a rp character (not my own this is a gift)

Do you think I should write some kind of little sum up to have a little view of their story or not ? I can’t decide…
His Mother

claraoswin:

(Source: procrastihatingmyself)

Personal mix : Sword of Truth
1. Shadows - Woodkid 2. Bad Blood - Bastille 3. She Wolf (Falling to Pieces) - David Guetta feat. Sia 4. Ta Douleur - Camille 5. Charon - Keaton Henson 6. Water and a Flame - Daniel Merryweather ft. Adele 7. Flags - Brooke Fraser 8. Horse With No Name - America 9. Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra
Based on a rp character (not my own this is a gif)
Her Son

Personal mix : Little Light
Based on a rp character (not my own this is a gift)

From the woods - James Vincent McMorrow

From the woods, from the woods
They are coming from the woods
Riding horses cloaked in gray
Make their way, to my door
Lay their boots upon my floor
Wash their hands and start to pray
But I am gone, I am not there
I have followed mountain bears
To a cave of deepest tome
There I wait, by the mouth
As the smoke it flushes out
Then I’ll slowly drag one home

Alessandro Scarlatti - Cain overo Il primo omicidio (1707) - “La fraterna amica pace”

grips of the sea; - when you embark on a journey alone and the wind howls around your frame; the tides consume you; your feet grow tired and weary; and the devil claws for your exhausted soul.

(Source: stilestilinskis, via tywinllannister)

vikings-stories:

What are you waiting for?

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vikings-shieldmaiden:

(Source: vikings-stories, via catherinedemedici)

madamescherzo:

VIVALDI - A Rain of Tears - ANDERSON & ROE

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normaltd:

floydso:

Franz Schubert - The Fantasie in C major, Op. 15 (D. 760), popularly known as the Wanderer Fantasy, II. Adagio

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