this isnt a girl harmonizing with her fan. this is the sound of not knowing what you are, who you are. this is the sound of thinking your stupid or crazy because of choices and mistakes.
This feels like the kind of peace and acceptance you feel after giving up something thats been torturing you for so long, you don't even remember when it started
i like night. not because it's dark or pretty, and not because its romantic or beautiful. it is all those things, but- it reminds me of home not the one i'm in. but the one that i've created.
This isn’t a girl harmonizing with her fan It’s how I felt realizing that I will never have the same connection with my older brother. That we will never have those nights staying up late together, eating food and watching tv until we pass out asleep. Carving pumpkins together every Halloween. Never driving home from practice together while listening to his Spotify playlist. The fact that we will never be close again, and I will just be waiting here alone like an idiot for him to come home.
@@lukaslourd I don’t even know but he stopped contacting my mom, and now he won’t even tell me happy birthday. He isn’t dead or anything since we saw he still posts on insta
@@JustCass945 maybe he has some issues going on with mom? it's really not fair that he'll just ignore everyone suddenly. he probably just needs some space, yeah? idk how long it has been since he's stopped contacting but i'm sure he still loves you and just don't want you to be included to his problems...
@@lukaslourd he did have issues with mom in college (and had life issues overall) so I understand why he wouldn’t talk to mom anymore. It’s just kinda saddening because he was always a father figure to me since my dad payed more attention to my sister, not me
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. Romans 12:21 Reach out to him. Maybe he's going through a tuff period. Forgive him, show love and compassion. It will be okay sweetie, I promise. Choose love, always. ❤️
This isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan. This is the sound of my realization that when i tell you about it, you won't love me anymore. That I'll never be looked at the same way or welcomed back into your house. That I'll lose my relationship with my brother and my mother and my cousin and my niece, and i won't be able to watch her grow up. This is the sound the wind will sing to me when i leave the house for the last time. This is the sound of my last i love you.
This isn’t a girl harmonizing with a fan. This is me realizing how every day I go to bed thinking of how I wish I wasn’t around anymore. This is me not weeping from pain and humiliation of my parents hitting me anymore. This is me slowly dying in the inside and then my family speeds us the progress. This is me realizing I’m being held hostage in my own home, I can’t leave I don’t have money or a license and my friend who is willing to take me in is in another state. This is me feeling guilt and begging God to forgive me for wanting to kms. This is the song of my pain…
I‘m German so please excuse my writing but I want to say something. I also have a rough time for as long as I can remember. Today I found this video and the sound made me feel two things. One: the kind of pain and feeling of being hostage that you describe and second: a kind of comforting and calmness. I really feel what you wrote, so let me tell you something I think I would need to hear from someone. It’s so hard sometimes to think no one but you yourself knows and understands how it feels, how big, terrorizing and scary the pain is and how promising and gentle the wish to end it sometimes whistle in our minds. It’s hard that it seems like no one sees the fight inside you and how much it costs you each and every day. Worse, sometimes it seems like the people around us just want to torture us even more and make us think or feel like we are not worthy of love or that we are the problem. I just want you to know that you always have a chance of finding a place where you are loved, safe and a place where you can finally be appreciated by good people around you for who you are. You are stronger than you think but you always have the right to be weak when you need to be weak. I really hope you gonna make it out of your abusive house and get the chance to build a real “home” for yourself. I hope you heal. So until you find a reason to live, find a reason not to die. ❤
@@applepaw3681 thank you so much for taking the time to write this. It honestly made me cry. I never knew I needed to hear these words so thank you for saying them. I appreciate every letter.
This isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan. It's the sound of having a little blanked carried everywhere as a child because it was the only thing that used to bring you comfort and love.(i miss you soo much blankie, why did they take you away?)
“its just a girl harmonizing with her fan!” sooo close! its the sound of never going out with friends as a little kid, always seeing your friends at the park outside your window because you were too afraid your mom would get seriously hurt from all the drugs and alcohol, always carrying around a blankie because it was the only thing that brought you comfort and fun you actually imagined it moving and having its own voice. im 14 now, i haven’t seen my mom in 6 years, i miss you mom.
This was the sound of laying in my bed 2 months post partum, alone, pained, cold, crying my eyes out while my ex laughed with his friends in the other room.
This isn't just harmonizing with a fan, this is a girl telling a deep story, that can't be explained with words, but with true feelings, tuned through humming.
This is the sound the trees sang when I sat on my yard, horrified that my friend was gone. This is the sound of the dam near my house, the lake counting a new voice every week. This is the sound of car rides in the nighttime, crying because of the monsters in the shadows. This is the sound of my grandma’s basement as my worst fear comes true. This is the sound as I lay in bed with no-one but myself to comfort me. This is the sound that played when I confessed my love just to be rejected. This is the sound of playing in the yard and riding bikes in the summer. This is the sound of the first scar on my arm. This is the sound of the first broken electrical cord hanging from the ceiling fan. This is the sound of my mourning of the day.
this is how it sounds like to be finally alone, not distracted, and come to realize that he’s really gone. it’s all over. you’re stuck with every memory you spent with him, not knowing what to do.
My mom died around this time last year and I got word my aunt's about to pass away too from heart failure and this kinda hit a soft spot even with me trying to act unfazed
can’t tell if this makes me want my mom or want to be a mom. I imagine this is how a mothers love feels when you were just an innocent life, before life drifted the relationship with your mom, this is how it felt being held by your mom and being cared for. when i used to call her momma and i was her one and only baby. Now i’m a teenager with a young 4 year old sister that i love. So much change has happened, and i miss my mommy. I’m scared to live on my own and i want to be a child again. When everything was sweet and innocent and i didn’t have any darkness in me. Back when i wasn’t miserable dragging through my everyday wishing for it to end and feeling exhausted even after sleeping for hours. I miss my dad and the times we spent together and i wish we still lived together as a family. I wish i never longed for my parents to separate because of the constant verbal and physical abuse because i miss my dad. He doesn’t answer my text or calls anymore and didn’t care or answer when i texted him i was at my first prom alone. I miss my old life. I miss LIVING I also imagine this is how it feels to look and admire your newborn baby for the first time. Instant connection and unconditional love.
This isnt a girl harmonizing with her fan. This is the sound of how i stand alone in school where everybody around me tried to die atleast once. This is the sound of when i had to move and lose most of my friends, and when i returned, everybody forgot about me. This is the sound of when nobody can hear the cries of when me and my siblings were children because our parents forced us to be their perfect self and didnt care about what we wanted or our needs. This is the sound of how i can now barely feel anything other than sadness, tiredness or just nothing.
This is simultaneously the sound of the childhood I wish I had and the relationship I wish I had with my mom and also the feeling of if I had carried out my plan to go into the woods and end my life…this sound awakens so many emotions and memories
Never cried so hard listening to this before but being ghosted by the one i miss and love and him being the only comfort i feel i had left made me cry so hard i am glad this exists.
Me too. I cried hard to this because the humming reminds me that everything will be okay after my best friends backstabbed me now I have more friends than them,
this isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan, this is how the memory of my father's soft touch brushing my hair off to the side feels like everytime it wind it's way back to my consciousness and thoughts-knowing he won't do it again because he's gone forever.
It was around 2am when the hospital called my father to inform him that my grandad had a heart attack and they brought him back with epi. They did not tell him if he's dead or alive or right now, so there was still hope. He was in a hospital far away from home, about 2 hours away. All of my family immediately went there, and in these whole two hours of the trip, this sound was playing in my head. I was in so much agony, i felt like i was going to explode. After we arrived there, we went to his room, and they told us he had passed out. He had a second heart attack and he did not survive it, even though the doctors did everything possible to bring him back. I did not believe it. I didn't want to. There was no way my grandfather was dead, this is a joke. This melody continued to play in my head. I didnt sleep that night. Or the following night, or the day after that. I feel him next to me and i see him every time i close my eyes. I miss you grandpa. So so so much. This melody keeps playing in my head every time i try to sleep. And my grandma? She lost him after more than 60 years of marriage. The love of her life, her company, the person that took care of her, made her coffee every morning... I cant believe he's dead. As im writing this, this melody is playing in my head.
If 2 am were a person, I wouldn't be so lonely anymore. My night would be less about insomnia and more about never Shared dreams. We would actually like solitude. If 2 am were a person, l would wait for those late hours from the moment l wake up. I wouldn't feel bad about staying up anymore trying to see them once more just to talk to them, besides the middle of the night is when you have the best ideas and the deepest contemplations. If 2 am wear a person, l wouldn't toss and turn at night anymkre trying to figure out who l am as if I'm supposed to know right now. They would bring my mind to ease, it would make me think 2 am gave more reassurance then what l made them out to. If 2 am were a person, it would expose everything lve pushed down by shining the moonlight Directly on my face but rather then judginglike all the other hours of the day, it would listen to the crys and wipe the tears whilst saying everything l need to or never got to hear though silence. If 2 am were a person it would confirm that my late night thoughts are more then just shadows, it would show me what raw honesty is.
This audio brings me a very deep sense of nostalgia for a time that has yet to pass but I dread the day it does. I don't want children and even at a young age I knew this, sometimes though I can't help but think. Imagine and wonder. When my nephew was born I moved in with my sister and her husband to help. For the first year and a half it was me who was always there for him. I was the one there when he first rolled over, when he took his first steps. I was his first word. They couldn't help it, my sister and her husband, but for the first year and a half of his life I was the only parent he knew. It was incredibly stressful and I had to sacrifice my social life which I am greatly suffering from now but I don't regret being there for him. Even now I still do not regret being there for him as I'm slowly being pushed off to the side. He was so small when he came home from the hospital. It was my lap but he seemed to nap most comfortably in, even now. He can't go to bed without me putting him to bed. One day though he won't be able to nap in my lap anymore and one day he won't need me to put him to bed anymore. One day he won't need me anymore. I'll still be there for him although. I'll always be here for him.
This makes me miss my mom so much. I wish I can spend time with her but we’re so busy with work nowadays. I’m sorry I wasn’t the most appreciative son…
For anyone you needs to hear this. Your beautiful Your gorgeous Your worthy Your lovely Your trustworthy Your loved Your hardworking Your a great person Your doing just fine Gods got you! Trust his plan! I love your hair I love you face I love your forehead I love your eyebrows I love you eyes I love your eyelashes I love your nose I love your lips I love your whole personality I love your neck I love your heart I love your bones I love your stomach I love your legs I love your feet. I love your good days. I love your bad days. I love every single thing about you. Your so pretty If you need to talk I am here. I might not be doing the best myself but I can’t drag others down just because of me. God put you into this life for a reason don’t end it! Your neck is not clothes so don’t hang it! If someone is currently dragging you down right now, ignore it. It might not seem like it but there just jealous. You’re going to be just fine. In Psalms 46:5 it says, God is within her she will not fail. In John 13:7 it says, You don’t understand now what I’m doing, but someday you will. I am not the only person here to talk to you also have your Amazing, and Hardworking Father that created you in his image. Don’t let anyone break his image because it doesn’t just hurt you it hurts him. Don’t make fun of yourself! He created you and thought you were beautiful and perfect. Don’t disrespect him please. Your weight does not matter.Your loved. I am here, talk to me. So is your Proud Father. Let’s pray, Dear Heavenly Father, I pray that whoever is reading this or who is struggling may you help them and bring them peace into them and their hearts. Lord may you guide this person to follow you. In Jesus Name We Pray, AMEN! I love you and I am proud of you, So is your Father.✝️💗
"It's just a girl humming with a fan" So close! Actually is the sound that echoed the exact moment when my best friend opened her heart to me just then to realise we both went through the same experience. The sound of finding someone that REALLY understands your situation, that stays quiet whenever one of you talk about it, hugging together when the words aren't enough as the rivers ran down their cheeks, as they humm a similar melody. A similar experience. A similar trauma.
this isnt just nostalgia, this reminds me of when i realized that i just wasnt a person people like. when i was told by my entire friend group that they only tolerated me for one person. when i was told to kms multiple times. when i got back to school from an attempt only to have the same people who bullied me ask if i was okay. why did they only care what affect their words had when it nearly killed me. even now, 7 years after a lot of the issues, i still carry those insults and taunts in my mind. i still see myself as the fat, ugly girl that nobody wants. i still hate the way i look, even when my family, friends, and boyfriend tell me im beautiful. why was i the target for their cruelty? what did i do to deserve their malice? i still remember every taunt, insult, and jab they took at my expense. i cannot see myself as pretty or worthy of love because of their words.....
"its just a girl harmonizing with her fan" So close! It's actually the winter of 2016, curled against my dog, Maru, as I stare up at the ceiling, the fireplace in the background as I stroke Maru's fur. He was the best dog I could've hoped for. I miss you bud.
A message to my sister (Serving in the Navy) Missing you a little more today sis. I hope your okay and I love you. Stay safe out there and keep doing what you're doing for us. I'm always with even when you might be thousands of miles away and even when you can't call. I love you sis and I miss you. -Your little sis💜
“It’s just a girl harmonizing with a fan” no… It’s the feeling of walking into class the day after your teacher collapsed in class and hearing they died later that same day/that night. Happened 3x. Twice in the 2012-2013 school year, and once in 2014-15 school year when I moved schools. I had only known the 2014-2015 teacher for about 3 weeks. Maybe a month. It was my favorite class too. Astronomy. His mom came and taught the rest of the year. Bless her soul for stepping up I distinctly remember the day too. I wasn’t there for the morning announcement that he died, so when I walked into his class to see another teacher I was like “oh he must be still in the hospital. Is he ok?” The look on everyone’s face was like “weren’t you here?” Then i just started sobbing because I easily figured out that he was gone by the look on their faces
This isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan, this is sound that played in my head when my ex-bestfriend said it was best if we stopped being friends. That broke me til this day.
This sounds like those moments, where the sun rise touches their coffin. Your little heart is dying, but gods it’s beautiful today. just a little less then yesterday, cold morning, the sun is warming you up. A little less warm than yesterday.
its 3 am. nothing has happened. yet i have this gut wrenching shit feeling going up from my chest to my throat. like somethings choking me, like someones pushing something on me. i cant breathe, im too restless to sleep. my bed has never felt so uncomfortable.
this isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan, this is the sound of bittersweetness, the feeling of those memories slipping away, the little details falling through the cracks, all those moments leaving but at the same time the reminiscence seeming to bring them back even if just for a moment
This isnt a girl thats harmonizing with her fan. This is a girl who reminded me who i am, what life means to me and how i realized i wasnt a mistake. She changed my whole life..♥️
This is the sound of not knowing why they all hate me. Im never good enough, one single bad grade, one single wrong word, one single break and they hate me. Why cant I just take a god damn break. It hurts so bad
This isn’t a girl harmonizing with her fan. This is me realizing that there will always be another girl, no matter who I’m with. This is me realizing I’m too closed in, too safe, too shy, too sheltered to be interesting. This is me watching all of the other girls find guys, watching people my age do things that I wouldn’t ever want to do, but something apart of me is willing to do just so we’d have something in common. This is me feeling like I’m younger than people my own age because I don’t do “teenager” things. This is me realizing that they only talk to me because their friends are absent and I’m that girl that even the popular kids get along with, but doesn’t actually want to be her friend. And this is me realizing that there are more important things to think about other than things I won’t even remember in a few years time. This isn’t a girl harmonizing with her fan, this is accepting that eventually, it’ll be okay.
That was so beautiful to read after bawling my eyes out for an hour. Thank you dearly, and I hope you are doing better after coming to that realization 🥹🫶❤
@@CaprixineSunz Thank you for that. I know things are hard, I know life is hard, but just know you are an amazing person and I wish you the best. These feelings won’t last forever. That was honestly the sweetest reply possible. I hope you’re doing well.❤️❤️
@@RayganxoThank you so much, you seem very wonderful yourself and have such a way with words. I’m working on doing better and will look back on this whenever I need a reminder. Keep being this kind of person it’s an awesome thing to be in this kind of world right now❤️
sobbed to this while i grieved the end of our friendship, i dont know why or what happened maggie but you were my best friend. i love you and wish you well.
"Hey, what are you doing out here?" I was out on the little balcony, feeling my feelings deeply. "I'm... sitting in my grief." I admitted quietly. "May I sit with you?" I hesitated. My grief was a private, personal thing. To let someone sit with me in it was... a lot to ask. What would they expect? What would I have to do? How could I truly grieve with someone else there? How... Finally, I found words. "Are you going to sit with me in my grief, or beside me in yours?"
@@MidnightStarling24 OMG YOU WROTE THIS?! I must say this is divine work! And I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t make me tear up, honestly if you were to write a short story I’d probably end up with an empty box of tissues! But anyway thank you for telling me! And keep up the good work!
@@Berrie_slush I actually do write some! No books (yet) but I enjoy writing, and I have some short stuff if you want. I have some things that are just dramatic descriptions of a moment in time and some conversational snippets like the one up there. If you're interested, I'm happy to post it here
This isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan. To me this is the sound of letting go. Letting go of the way you used to see the world and yourself so you can grow. This is the sound of finally giving yourself permission to feel okay again.
Keep trying! Find something else to do other than ur addiction, or if there's stuff to help(like nicotine gum/patches for smokers) use them! (if you can, i dont know much about this, but my mom used to smoke)
‘It’s just a girl harmonising with a fan.’ No, its not. It’s sitting alone in your room, humming to yourself and smiling with earmuffs on. Realising that, though you know you love him, you can’t be with him or anyone again because you don’t want to hurt someone you love once more and you two have drifted away and changed after all these years apart, so you keep to yourself. And…it doesn’t hurt. You’ve come to peace with and have accepted it. And you’re happy with where it is now and don’t want it to change, though there’s a part of you longing for him to love you like you’ve realised you always have, ever since you were just children all those years ago. I’ve had to listen to this multiple times to realise how it truly made me feel. Since I first heard it, I knew it made me feel something. I just couldn’t figure out what. Now I have 😄
I attempted to end my life 3 nights ago. This sound has been reverberating through my brain ever since. I failed to loose myself, but in the process I feel I lost a friend. He has always been there for me, comforted me in the latest hours, ignoring the fact that he has school and studies to complete. June 15th, I told him I loved him one last time and he freaked out. I tried to get words out, tried to calm him. I told him I’d be there the following morning. I attempted, and failed. My mind, my body was an empty vessel and I felt as if I was already dead, because I stopped trying altogether. I promised him I’d try to get better, to try and pull myself out of this endless echo chamber that I am constantly trying to find my way out of. But I betrayed him. I attempted. Part of me is angry, disappointed that it didn’t work, but my friend broke down on June 16th. He had always been realisiert either my constant thoughts ans complaints, but I destroyed him. I don’t know if I can get him back. I love him more than anything I’ve ever known and loosing him would empty out everything that’s left of me.
“A girl harmonizing with her fan?” No this is me realizing I have shitty “friends” that aren’t happy for me to get into this academic clubs, awards, or get anything good for myself because their only happy when they get something good for themselves and I am happy for them when they get good grades or something accomplished. BUT WHEN I GET SOMETHING IM A TRY HARD AND SHOULD “give up”. I hate my life sometimes.
oddly felt like my voice. and i feel a sense of longing and sadness. how i longed for my parents to love me like everyone's parents did how i longed for her to love me again im sorry mother im sorry im a disappointment
This sound like how it feels to have 2 best friends but i know that i am not either of theirs. It also sounds like the inner torture of having a person who likes me and i know that i could never see myself with them but i don’t want to hurt them even more than they’ve already been hurt by others.
In the dark of young night I called. Who would answer? There came a hurl from under the wooden frame of the bed. Ice spilled in my veins. Cold grew my blood. Pale went my face. Dark eyes black as a moonless night. Hairy arms and it hurled like a wounded animal. Scratchy voice like nails scrapping against the glass of windows. "How badly have I hurt you kid?" You have hurt me. Endless lines of black blurred its face and it waved. Strangely, I saw a hand wave back. A mirror. Was that a soul? I could not say. All living beings have souls to sell out. Yet, did a monster have one, I questioned? Perhaps it did, perhaps it did not. Long was the answer. I never got the call back.
Okay, this might sound very lonely but.. Imagine you were laying your head on your girlfriend's lap, she had these amazing and incredible thunder thighs and which she was either chubby or just well shaped, she was softly humming this to you in her room as her fan was on, gently caressing your head with her thumb and telling you “You are so deserving of love, darling..” (I miss my girlfriend man- :'))
Nah this ain’t a girl harmonizing with a fan. It’s the sound of the last act of love you can give to them becoming letting them go when they don’t need you anymore. It’s the sound of the night after as you awake and realize you’re alone. It’s the sound of your heart beat slowing and the walls you had built rising again. It’s the sound of denial. It’s the sound of a love failed. And six years gone down the drain.
Getting pressured these days, also havent actually let myself cry for a few months. Im a so called 'young journalist', I've reached rspc or regional school press conference and because of that i get pressured alot. In the months that flew by, I only bottled my emotions and kept pressuring myself.Earlier we had an intensive training for our next match, I passed my output and blablabla then our speaker started the criticking(not sure if I spelled that right.).When it was my turn I got shitted on, he wasn't even done with the front page(Fyi we write in yellow paper) and he said that he doesn't want to read it anymore.I almost broke down right there in there, not because I failed but because I got embarrassed. Now that im home ive started crying non-stop, im trying to let my emotions out so that incase that i get shitted on again tomorrow.Atleast I wont be as hurt, I've been bawling my eyes out for two hours, I want to stop then I remembered this audio.Tried stopping myself but I knew I had to let it all out. Cant stop my eyes from watering😻.
It's the sound my heart makes when I think about how you were hurt so badly as a child... And how you're completely ignorant of how badly you hurt us... How the one doesn't excuse the other, and how if you knew the truth, it would completely destroy you... So I'll just keep smiling to your face and pretending everything is fine, because despite everything, I sill want to have a mom...
"Its a girl harmonizing with her fan, Sam, stop." So close, its actually Ponyboy humming to Johnny as he dies and the same song he hums when they sit by Dally's dead body on the street!!!
this what goes through my head everyday realizing im starting a new chapter in my life with my grandpa & my dog gone . I dont hear his precious voice i dont get my dogs kisses anymore . I feel myself becoming annoyed by everything quickly or upset
thinking of you. i can't believe i don't miss you anymore. I live life everyday being greatful i seperated from your lies and manipulation. how should i have known better ? i thought you were my miracle and now i smile about my sweet naive self. i can't deny it. my ego is fed by your calls and texts after three years. how is it that you mourn now ? we really never were never supposed to meet. Our timelines are completly different. I didnt had to work small jobs for a year after graduation. but i did. You were never supposed to leave your little town on the italian eastcoast. you never were supposed to work there. we were never supposed to talk But somehow we did and somehow it was the best and worst time of my life. I am so glad i dont want you anymore. but when i hear this sound of souls touching and hurting i see us. i see you laughing i see you sharing your cigarette with me i see us walking home
i just figured out my bf doesn’t know if he loves me anymore and he’s sleeping in my bed at this moment and i can’t cry or scream,and he’s been lovebombing me with the L word for the past 4 days.
Do you remember when you were little. Before you knew the world, it’s hate, it’s lies, and it’s pain. When your mother sung to you, to calm you, to put you to rest, to wake you on the lazy days when she would cuddle you while the sun peeked gently though your window.
“A girl harmonizing with her fan?” No it’s actually my heart shattering into a million pieces after I got into an academic club and none of my friends congratulated me instead they told me “I wasn’t worth getting into the club and I should go die in a hole.”…I guess there not really my friends huh?
i am so sorry ml. i'm so proud of you. you probably worked so hard for that, and i hope you find better friends, and live an amazing life, and enjoy that club. stay safe :)
"And the universe said 'I love you', because you are love."
sobbing
“and the universe said the light you seek is within you. and the universe said you are not alone.”
I am only love because God is love, without him I'd be nothing
@@Miya-bs7iy yes this right here! ❤️❤️
@@Miya-bs7iyamen!!
this isnt a girl harmonizing with her fan. this is the sound of not knowing what you are, who you are. this is the sound of thinking your stupid or crazy because of choices and mistakes.
well, technically it is, but poetically yeah
Or knowing exactly who you are and what you wanna be but can’t.
Not only that, but the sound of a missing childhood, or a childhood you wish could’ve been more…
im so thankful to have this. this sound is nostalgia for me. apparently, she's working on making an actual song out of her harmonizing. (':
Who is she? 🫶🏻
real
@@kora4185Claire boyer I’m pretty sure!
it came out!! it’s called harmonies with a kitchen fan
Someone please tell me when it come out 😢 I’m never going to fall asleep to anything else in my life
This feels like the kind of peace and acceptance you feel after giving up something thats been torturing you for so long, you don't even remember when it started
This sounds how I’d imagine a mother’s love to feel. Something I’ll never experience but forever crave…
Me too.
I’ll be your mom. I love you. 💕
i like night.
not because it's dark or pretty, and not because its romantic or beautiful.
it is all those things, but-
it reminds me of home
not the one i'm in.
but the one that i've created.
This isn’t a girl harmonizing with her fan
It’s how I felt realizing that I will never have the same connection with my older brother. That we will never have those nights staying up late together, eating food and watching tv until we pass out asleep. Carving pumpkins together every Halloween. Never driving home from practice together while listening to his Spotify playlist. The fact that we will never be close again, and I will just be waiting here alone like an idiot for him to come home.
What happened?
@@lukaslourd I don’t even know but he stopped contacting my mom, and now he won’t even tell me happy birthday. He isn’t dead or anything since we saw he still posts on insta
@@JustCass945 maybe he has some issues going on with mom? it's really not fair that he'll just ignore everyone suddenly. he probably just needs some space, yeah? idk how long it has been since he's stopped contacting but i'm sure he still loves you and just don't want you to be included to his problems...
@@lukaslourd he did have issues with mom in college (and had life issues overall) so I understand why he wouldn’t talk to mom anymore. It’s just kinda saddening because he was always a father figure to me since my dad payed more attention to my sister, not me
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Romans 12:21
Reach out to him. Maybe he's going through a tuff period. Forgive him, show love and compassion.
It will be okay sweetie, I promise.
Choose love, always. ❤️
thanks! now i can study while having a breakdown but being comforted by this song at the same time.
This isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan. This is the sound of my realization that when i tell you about it, you won't love me anymore. That I'll never be looked at the same way or welcomed back into your house. That I'll lose my relationship with my brother and my mother and my cousin and my niece, and i won't be able to watch her grow up. This is the sound the wind will sing to me when i leave the house for the last time. This is the sound of my last i love you.
This isn’t a girl harmonizing with a fan. This is me realizing how every day I go to bed thinking of how I wish I wasn’t around anymore. This is me not weeping from pain and humiliation of my parents hitting me anymore. This is me slowly dying in the inside and then my family speeds us the progress. This is me realizing I’m being held hostage in my own home, I can’t leave I don’t have money or a license and my friend who is willing to take me in is in another state. This is me feeling guilt and begging God to forgive me for wanting to kms. This is the song of my pain…
Seriously 😕
I‘m German so please excuse my writing but I want to say something.
I also have a rough time for as long as I can remember. Today I found this video and the sound made me feel two things.
One: the kind of pain and feeling of being hostage that you describe
and second: a kind of comforting and calmness.
I really feel what you wrote, so let me tell you something I think I would need to hear from someone.
It’s so hard sometimes to think no one but you yourself knows and understands how it feels, how big, terrorizing and scary the pain is and how promising and gentle the wish to end it sometimes whistle in our minds. It’s hard that it seems like no one sees the fight inside you and how much it costs you each and every day. Worse, sometimes it seems like the people around us just want to torture us even more and make us think or feel like we are not worthy of love or that we are the problem.
I just want you to know that you always have a chance of finding a place where you are loved, safe and a place where you can finally be appreciated by good people around you for who you are.
You are stronger than you think but you always have the right to be weak when you need to be weak.
I really hope you gonna make it out of your abusive house and get the chance to build a real “home” for yourself. I hope you heal.
So until you find a reason to live, find a reason not to die. ❤
@@applepaw3681 thank you so much for taking the time to write this. It honestly made me cry. I never knew I needed to hear these words so thank you for saying them. I appreciate every letter.
Hey, how are u doing ?
I want this but just the original. It’s so naturally ethereal in a way these edited versions can’t replicate
Just posted an unedited version !
*”i feel like im missing something. something that is unknown, but also precious.”*
This isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan. It's the sound of having a little blanked carried everywhere as a child because it was the only thing that used to bring you comfort and love.(i miss you soo much blankie, why did they take you away?)
Because people are mean and think all because you’ve gotten a little older that you’re too old for it.
“its just a girl harmonizing with her fan!” sooo close! its the sound of never going out with friends as a little kid, always seeing your friends at the park outside your window because you were too afraid your mom would get seriously hurt from all the drugs and alcohol, always carrying around a blankie because it was the only thing that brought you comfort and fun you actually imagined it moving and having its own voice.
im 14 now, i haven’t seen my mom in 6 years, i miss you mom.
same agee
This was the sound of laying in my bed 2 months post partum, alone, pained, cold, crying my eyes out while my ex laughed with his friends in the other room.
This is the most relatable comment of all. I am so sorry you know how this feels too. No woman should.
@@savannahrae9238 agreed. Made me never want to have kids again.
“Mom, am I still young?”
STOP I CAN'T. CLASS OF 2013 (AUDIOTREE LIVE) MAKES ME SOB EVERY TIME
i SOBBED.
I need my mom..
I’ve never heard such a simple yet real statement
I need a new mom
Fr :(
I love my mom, but i just want her to notice how bad i am right now 😭
the sound of realizing that no matter how many people diagnose you, your parents will never think your struggles are real
This isn't just harmonizing with a fan, this is a girl telling a deep story, that can't be explained with words, but with true feelings, tuned through humming.
bro was quick w it
sobbing hysterically
real
This is the sound the trees sang when I sat on my yard, horrified that my friend was gone.
This is the sound of the dam near my house, the lake counting a new voice every week.
This is the sound of car rides in the nighttime, crying because of the monsters in the shadows.
This is the sound of my grandma’s basement as my worst fear comes true.
This is the sound as I lay in bed with no-one but myself to comfort me.
This is the sound that played when I confessed my love just to be rejected.
This is the sound of playing in the yard and riding bikes in the summer.
This is the sound of the first scar on my arm.
This is the sound of the first broken electrical cord hanging from the ceiling fan.
This is the sound of my mourning of the day.
this is how it sounds like to be finally alone, not distracted, and come to realize that he’s really gone. it’s all over. you’re stuck with every memory you spent with him, not knowing what to do.
My mom died around this time last year and I got word my aunt's about to pass away too from heart failure and this kinda hit a soft spot even with me trying to act unfazed
Hey man, hope your feeling better about life man, i may not know you but i understand you,wish you the best man.
can’t tell if this makes me want my mom or want to be a mom.
I imagine this is how a mothers love feels when you were just an innocent life, before life drifted the relationship with your mom, this is how it felt being held by your mom and being cared for. when i used to call her momma and i was her one and only baby. Now i’m a teenager with a young 4 year old sister that i love. So much change has happened, and i miss my mommy. I’m scared to live on my own and i want to be a child again. When everything was sweet and innocent and i didn’t have any darkness in me. Back when i wasn’t miserable dragging through my everyday wishing for it to end and feeling exhausted even after sleeping for hours. I miss my dad and the times we spent together and i wish we still lived together as a family. I wish i never longed for my parents to separate because of the constant verbal and physical abuse because i miss my dad. He doesn’t answer my text or calls anymore and didn’t care or answer when i texted him i was at my first prom alone. I miss my old life. I miss LIVING
I also imagine this is how it feels to look and admire your newborn baby for the first time. Instant connection and unconditional love.
I’ve been wanting one for an hour loop, thank you. :]
This isnt a girl harmonizing with her fan. This is the sound of how i stand alone in school where everybody around me tried to die atleast once. This is the sound of when i had to move and lose most of my friends, and when i returned, everybody forgot about me. This is the sound of when nobody can hear the cries of when me and my siblings were children because our parents forced us to be their perfect self and didnt care about what we wanted or our needs. This is the sound of how i can now barely feel anything other than sadness, tiredness or just nothing.
"you had been banished, but no one had thought to tell you"
People helping people in the comments made me cry fr❤
I havent lost hope... just holding out for a better day :(
you can do it!! 🫂 small steps are still progress
This is simultaneously the sound of the childhood I wish I had and the relationship I wish I had with my mom and also the feeling of if I had carried out my plan to go into the woods and end my life…this sound awakens so many emotions and memories
Never cried so hard listening to this before but being ghosted by the one i miss and love and him being the only comfort i feel i had left made me cry so hard i am glad this exists.
Me too. I cried hard to this because the humming reminds me that everything will be okay after my best friends backstabbed me now I have more friends than them,
@@cats_are_cool_too145 dang.. i am glad you found new ppl ik how that feels
this isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan, this is how the memory of my father's soft touch brushing my hair off to the side feels like everytime it wind it's way back to my consciousness and thoughts-knowing he won't do it again because he's gone forever.
This is not a girl harmonizing with a fan... This is how you feel after losing someone who was really valuable to you
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PUT THIS ON SPOTIFY I WILL LOVE U FOREVER (not really, but i will be very grateful)
It was around 2am when the hospital called my father to inform him that my grandad had a heart attack and they brought him back with epi. They did not tell him if he's dead or alive or right now, so there was still hope. He was in a hospital far away from home, about 2 hours away. All of my family immediately went there, and in these whole two hours of the trip, this sound was playing in my head. I was in so much agony, i felt like i was going to explode. After we arrived there, we went to his room, and they told us he had passed out. He had a second heart attack and he did not survive it, even though the doctors did everything possible to bring him back. I did not believe it. I didn't want to. There was no way my grandfather was dead, this is a joke. This melody continued to play in my head. I didnt sleep that night. Or the following night, or the day after that. I feel him next to me and i see him every time i close my eyes.
I miss you grandpa. So so so much. This melody keeps playing in my head every time i try to sleep. And my grandma? She lost him after more than 60 years of marriage. The love of her life, her company, the person that took care of her, made her coffee every morning...
I cant believe he's dead. As im writing this, this melody is playing in my head.
If 2 am were a person, I wouldn't be so lonely anymore. My night would be less about insomnia and more about never Shared dreams. We would actually like solitude. If 2 am were a person, l would wait for those late hours from the moment l wake up. I wouldn't feel bad about staying up anymore trying to see them once more just to talk to them, besides the middle of the night is when you have the best ideas and the deepest contemplations. If 2 am wear a person, l wouldn't toss and turn at night anymkre trying to figure out who l am as if I'm supposed to know right now. They would bring my mind to ease, it would make me think 2 am gave more reassurance then what l made them out to. If 2 am were a person, it would expose everything lve pushed down by shining the moonlight Directly on my face but rather then judginglike all the other hours of the day, it would listen to the crys and wipe the tears whilst saying everything l need to or never got to hear though silence. If 2 am were a person it would confirm that my late night thoughts are more then just shadows, it would show me what raw honesty is.
This audio brings me a very deep sense of nostalgia for a time that has yet to pass but I dread the day it does.
I don't want children and even at a young age I knew this, sometimes though I can't help but think. Imagine and wonder.
When my nephew was born I moved in with my sister and her husband to help. For the first year and a half it was me who was always there for him. I was the one there when he first rolled over, when he took his first steps. I was his first word.
They couldn't help it, my sister and her husband, but for the first year and a half of his life I was the only parent he knew.
It was incredibly stressful and I had to sacrifice my social life which I am greatly suffering from now but I don't regret being there for him. Even now I still do not regret being there for him as I'm slowly being pushed off to the side.
He was so small when he came home from the hospital. It was my lap but he seemed to nap most comfortably in, even now. He can't go to bed without me putting him to bed. One day though he won't be able to nap in my lap anymore and one day he won't need me to put him to bed anymore. One day he won't need me anymore. I'll still be there for him although. I'll always be here for him.
This makes me miss my mom so much. I wish I can spend time with her but we’re so busy with work nowadays. I’m sorry I wasn’t the most appreciative son…
For anyone you needs to hear this.
Your beautiful
Your gorgeous
Your worthy
Your lovely
Your trustworthy
Your loved
Your hardworking
Your a great person
Your doing just fine
Gods got you!
Trust his plan!
I love your hair
I love you face
I love your forehead
I love your eyebrows
I love you eyes
I love your eyelashes
I love your nose
I love your lips
I love your whole personality
I love your neck
I love your heart
I love your bones
I love your stomach
I love your legs
I love your feet.
I love your good days. I love your bad days.
I love every single thing about you.
Your so pretty
If you need to talk I am here.
I might not be doing the best myself but I can’t drag others down just because of me.
God put you into this life for a reason don’t end it!
Your neck is not clothes so don’t hang it!
If someone is currently dragging you down right now, ignore it.
It might not seem like it but there just jealous.
You’re going to be just fine. In Psalms 46:5 it says, God is within her she will not fail. In John 13:7 it says, You don’t understand now what I’m doing, but someday you will. I am not the only person here to talk to you also have your Amazing, and Hardworking Father that created you in his image. Don’t let anyone break his image because it doesn’t just hurt you it hurts him. Don’t make fun of yourself! He created you and thought you were beautiful and perfect. Don’t disrespect him please. Your weight does not matter.Your loved. I am here, talk to me. So is your Proud Father. Let’s pray, Dear Heavenly Father, I pray that whoever is reading this or who is struggling may you help them and bring them peace into them and their hearts. Lord may you guide this person to follow you. In Jesus Name We Pray, AMEN! I love you and I am proud of you, So is your Father.✝️💗
"It's just a girl humming with a fan" So close! Actually is the sound that echoed the exact moment when my best friend opened her heart to me just then to realise we both went through the same experience.
The sound of finding someone that REALLY understands your situation, that stays quiet whenever one of you talk about it, hugging together when the words aren't enough as the rivers ran down their cheeks, as they humm a similar melody. A similar experience. A similar trauma.
this isnt just nostalgia, this reminds me of when i realized that i just wasnt a person people like. when i was told by my entire friend group that they only tolerated me for one person. when i was told to kms multiple times. when i got back to school from an attempt only to have the same people who bullied me ask if i was okay. why did they only care what affect their words had when it nearly killed me. even now, 7 years after a lot of the issues, i still carry those insults and taunts in my mind. i still see myself as the fat, ugly girl that nobody wants. i still hate the way i look, even when my family, friends, and boyfriend tell me im beautiful. why was i the target for their cruelty? what did i do to deserve their malice? i still remember every taunt, insult, and jab they took at my expense. i cannot see myself as pretty or worthy of love because of their words.....
"its just a girl harmonizing with her fan"
So close! It's actually the winter of 2016, curled against my dog, Maru, as I stare up at the ceiling, the fireplace in the background as I stroke Maru's fur. He was the best dog I could've hoped for. I miss you bud.
A message to my sister (Serving in the Navy)
Missing you a little more today sis. I hope your okay and I love you. Stay safe out there and keep doing what you're doing for us. I'm always with even when you might be thousands of miles away and even when you can't call. I love you sis and I miss you.
-Your little sis💜
The pirate in me goes feral for her voice
I LOVE YOU SM FOR MAKING THIS VIDEO !!!!! This is actually so comforting.
“It’s just a girl harmonizing with a fan” no… It’s the feeling of walking into class the day after your teacher collapsed in class and hearing they died later that same day/that night. Happened 3x. Twice in the 2012-2013 school year, and once in 2014-15 school year when I moved schools.
I had only known the 2014-2015 teacher for about 3 weeks. Maybe a month. It was my favorite class too. Astronomy. His mom came and taught the rest of the year. Bless her soul for stepping up
I distinctly remember the day too. I wasn’t there for the morning announcement that he died, so when I walked into his class to see another teacher I was like “oh he must be still in the hospital. Is he ok?” The look on everyone’s face was like “weren’t you here?” Then i just started sobbing because I easily figured out that he was gone by the look on their faces
I have been looking for a long version of this for a while! Thank you for making this
So happy I found this because ever since I heard the original TikTok I was thinking I wish I could just have it on a loop to relax to
This isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan, this is sound that played in my head when my ex-bestfriend said it was best if we stopped being friends. That broke me til this day.
This sounds like those moments, where the sun rise touches their coffin. Your little heart is dying, but gods it’s beautiful today.
just a little less then yesterday, cold morning, the sun is warming you up. A little less warm than yesterday.
its 3 am. nothing has happened. yet i have this gut wrenching shit feeling going up from my chest to my throat. like somethings choking me, like someones pushing something on me. i cant breathe, im too restless to sleep. my bed has never felt so uncomfortable.
this isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan, this is the sound of bittersweetness, the feeling of those memories slipping away, the little details falling through the cracks, all those moments leaving but at the same time the reminiscence seeming to bring them back even if just for a moment
this is the song that played when i realized it wasn’t just a dream
This isnt a girl thats harmonizing with her fan. This is a girl who reminded me who i am, what life means to me and how i realized i wasnt a mistake. She changed my whole life..♥️
That feels leaving your town, moving to a new city for college, missing your family and friends🥺
This is the sound of not knowing why they all hate me. Im never good enough, one single bad grade, one single wrong word, one single break and they hate me. Why cant I just take a god damn break. It hurts so bad
Today was a bad day.
i’m hoping today was at least a little bit better 🫂.
i hope it got a little light today :)
but tommorow will be a better one :)
This is the sound of a girl, having a sweet moment, safe at home in her kitchen. Living in the moment. 😇
This isn’t a girl harmonizing with her fan. This is me realizing that there will always be another girl, no matter who I’m with. This is me realizing I’m too closed in, too safe, too shy, too sheltered to be interesting. This is me watching all of the other girls find guys, watching people my age do things that I wouldn’t ever want to do, but something apart of me is willing to do just so we’d have something in common. This is me feeling like I’m younger than people my own age because I don’t do “teenager” things. This is me realizing that they only talk to me because their friends are absent and I’m that girl that even the popular kids get along with, but doesn’t actually want to be her friend. And this is me realizing that there are more important things to think about other than things I won’t even remember in a few years time. This isn’t a girl harmonizing with her fan, this is accepting that eventually, it’ll be okay.
That was so beautiful to read after bawling my eyes out for an hour. Thank you dearly, and I hope you are doing better after coming to that realization 🥹🫶❤
@@CaprixineSunz Thank you for that. I know things are hard, I know life is hard, but just know you are an amazing person and I wish you the best. These feelings won’t last forever. That was honestly the sweetest reply possible. I hope you’re doing well.❤️❤️
@@RayganxoThank you so much, you seem very wonderful yourself and have such a way with words. I’m working on doing better and will look back on this whenever I need a reminder. Keep being this kind of person it’s an awesome thing to be in this kind of world right now❤️
sobbed to this while i grieved the end of our friendship, i dont know why or what happened maggie but you were my best friend. i love you and wish you well.
ty for this- Lol her voice is so soothing
THANK FOR MAKING THIS !! ❤
I love you so much thanks for making this I literally wished this existed I will forever be in your debt
This is the sound played in background when every morning you sit on the corner of the bed
"Hey, what are you doing out here?" I was out on the little balcony, feeling my feelings deeply.
"I'm... sitting in my grief." I admitted quietly.
"May I sit with you?" I hesitated. My grief was a private, personal thing. To let someone sit with me in it was... a lot to ask. What would they expect? What would I have to do? How could I truly grieve with someone else there? How...
Finally, I found words.
"Are you going to sit with me in my grief, or beside me in yours?"
Did you write this or is it a bit from a book?
@@Berrie_slush I wrote this! Sorry if you were hoping for a book. This was just something I was feeling when listening to this
@@MidnightStarling24 OMG YOU WROTE THIS?! I must say this is divine work! And I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t make me tear up, honestly if you were to write a short story I’d probably end up with an empty box of tissues! But anyway thank you for telling me! And keep up the good work!
@@Berrie_slush I actually do write some! No books (yet) but I enjoy writing, and I have some short stuff if you want. I have some things that are just dramatic descriptions of a moment in time and some conversational snippets like the one up there. If you're interested, I'm happy to post it here
@@MidnightStarling24 that would be awesome! I’m so excited! And this makes me so happy!
This isn't a girl harmonizing with her fan. To me this is the sound of letting go. Letting go of the way you used to see the world and yourself so you can grow. This is the sound of finally giving yourself permission to feel okay again.
Its like when i keep relapsing again (i cant stop my addiction, why? my best was being normal for 14 days only)
Keep trying! Find something else to do other than ur addiction, or if there's stuff to help(like nicotine gum/patches for smokers) use them! (if you can, i dont know much about this, but my mom used to smoke)
hey thank you! i'd been wondering if anyone had posted that sound here :)
Let this be a reminder to call your mothers while you still can
‘It’s just a girl harmonising with a fan.’
No, its not. It’s sitting alone in your room, humming to yourself and smiling with earmuffs on. Realising that, though you know you love him, you can’t be with him or anyone again because you don’t want to hurt someone you love once more and you two have drifted away and changed after all these years apart, so you keep to yourself. And…it doesn’t hurt. You’ve come to peace with and have accepted it. And you’re happy with where it is now and don’t want it to change, though there’s a part of you longing for him to love you like you’ve realised you always have, ever since you were just children all those years ago.
I’ve had to listen to this multiple times to realise how it truly made me feel. Since I first heard it, I knew it made me feel something. I just couldn’t figure out what. Now I have 😄
I attempted to end my life 3 nights ago. This sound has been reverberating through my brain ever since. I failed to loose myself, but in the process I feel I lost a friend. He has always been there for me, comforted me in the latest hours, ignoring the fact that he has school and studies to complete. June 15th, I told him I loved him one last time and he freaked out. I tried to get words out, tried to calm him. I told him I’d be there the following morning. I attempted, and failed. My mind, my body was an empty vessel and I felt as if I was already dead, because I stopped trying altogether. I promised him I’d try to get better, to try and pull myself out of this endless echo chamber that I am constantly trying to find my way out of. But I betrayed him. I attempted. Part of me is angry, disappointed that it didn’t work, but my friend broke down on June 16th. He had always been realisiert either my constant thoughts ans complaints, but I destroyed him. I don’t know if I can get him back. I love him more than anything I’ve ever known and loosing him would empty out everything that’s left of me.
Beautiful. I think of God loving me and me loving myself when I hear this song.
“A girl harmonizing with her fan?” No this is me realizing I have shitty “friends” that aren’t happy for me to get into this academic clubs, awards, or get anything good for myself because their only happy when they get something good for themselves and I am happy for them when they get good grades or something accomplished. BUT WHEN I GET SOMETHING IM A TRY HARD AND SHOULD “give up”. I hate my life sometimes.
It sounds like the last song she sung me
"Sometimes goodbye really is forever."
oddly felt like my voice.
and i feel a sense of
longing and sadness.
how i longed for my parents to love me like everyone's parents did
how i longed for her to love me again
im sorry mother
im sorry im a disappointment
This isn’t a girl harmonizing with her fan
This is a music that plays whenever I'm daydreaming to escape reality.
This sound like how it feels to have 2 best friends but i know that i am not either of theirs. It also sounds like the inner torture of having a person who likes me and i know that i could never see myself with them but i don’t want to hurt them even more than they’ve already been hurt by others.
In the dark of young night I called.
Who would answer?
There came a hurl from under the wooden frame of the bed.
Ice spilled in my veins.
Cold grew my blood.
Pale went my face.
Dark eyes black as a moonless night.
Hairy arms and it hurled like a wounded animal.
Scratchy voice like nails scrapping against the glass of windows.
"How badly have I hurt you kid?"
You have hurt me.
Endless lines of black blurred its face and it waved.
Strangely, I saw a hand wave back.
A mirror.
Was that a soul?
I could not say.
All living beings have souls to sell out.
Yet, did a monster have one, I questioned?
Perhaps it did, perhaps it did not.
Long was the answer.
I never got the call back.
you are so loved.
"dad, i miss you."
Okay, this might sound very lonely but..
Imagine you were laying your head on your girlfriend's lap, she had these amazing and incredible thunder thighs and which she was either chubby or just well shaped, she was softly humming this to you in her room as her fan was on, gently caressing your head with her thumb and telling you “You are so deserving of love, darling..”
(I miss my girlfriend man- :'))
Nah this ain’t a girl harmonizing with a fan. It’s the sound of the last act of love you can give to them becoming letting them go when they don’t need you anymore. It’s the sound of the night after as you awake and realize you’re alone. It’s the sound of your heart beat slowing and the walls you had built rising again. It’s the sound of denial.
It’s the sound of a love failed. And six years gone down the drain.
Getting pressured these days, also havent actually let myself cry for a few months. Im a so called 'young journalist', I've reached rspc or regional school press conference and because of that i get pressured alot. In the months that flew by, I only bottled my emotions and kept pressuring myself.Earlier we had an intensive training for our next match, I passed my output and blablabla then our speaker started the criticking(not sure if I spelled that right.).When it was my turn I got shitted on, he wasn't even done with the front page(Fyi we write in yellow paper) and he said that he doesn't want to read it anymore.I almost broke down right there in there, not because I failed but because I got embarrassed. Now that im home ive started crying non-stop, im trying to let my emotions out so that incase that i get shitted on again tomorrow.Atleast I wont be as hurt, I've been bawling my eyes out for two hours, I want to stop then I remembered this audio.Tried stopping myself but I knew I had to let it all out.
Cant stop my eyes from watering😻.
This isnt a girl humming with a fan this is the sound of grieving for the loss of a mother 😢
It's the sound my heart makes when I think about how you were hurt so badly as a child... And how you're completely ignorant of how badly you hurt us... How the one doesn't excuse the other, and how if you knew the truth, it would completely destroy you... So I'll just keep smiling to your face and pretending everything is fine, because despite everything, I sill want to have a mom...
"Its a girl harmonizing with her fan, Sam, stop."
So close, its actually Ponyboy humming to Johnny as he dies and the same song he hums when they sit by Dally's dead body on the street!!!
Omg I loved both the book and movie and cried at both 😭
This sounds strangely familiar.
I’m not sure why it’s familiar or what makes it’s familiar, it just is…
this what goes through my head everyday realizing im starting a new chapter in my life with my grandpa & my dog gone . I dont hear his precious voice i dont get my dogs kisses anymore . I feel myself becoming annoyed by everything quickly or upset
thinking of you. i can't believe i don't miss you anymore. I live life everyday being greatful i seperated from your lies and manipulation. how should i have known better ? i thought you were my miracle and now i smile about my sweet naive self. i can't deny it. my ego is fed by your calls and texts after three years. how is it that you mourn now ? we really never were never supposed to meet. Our timelines are completly different.
I didnt had to work small jobs for a year after graduation. but i did.
You were never supposed to leave your little town on the italian eastcoast.
you never were supposed to work there.
we were never supposed to talk
But somehow we did and somehow it was the best and worst time of my life.
I am so glad i dont want you anymore.
but when i hear this sound of souls touching and hurting i see us.
i see you laughing
i see you sharing your cigarette with me
i see us walking home
It's the sound of accepting that I'll never see him again, and realizing someone before had to accept that about me.
I picture Aelin in the box humming to herself to stay strong ❤
i just figured out my bf doesn’t know if he loves me anymore and he’s sleeping in my bed at this moment and i can’t cry or scream,and he’s been lovebombing me with the L word for the past 4 days.
This reminds me of animal jam for some reason. The hot cocoa hut
This is not a girl harmonizing
This is the sound the just drains you and gets rid of all your problems and makes you feel at peace
This is not a girl harmonizing with her fan, it was that day when that friendship left you, completely empty.
Do you remember when you were little. Before you knew the world, it’s hate, it’s lies, and it’s pain. When your mother sung to you, to calm you, to put you to rest, to wake you on the lazy days when she would cuddle you while the sun peeked gently though your window.
Needed this.
“A girl harmonizing with her fan?” No it’s actually my heart shattering into a million pieces after I got into an academic club and none of my friends congratulated me instead they told me “I wasn’t worth getting into the club and I should go die in a hole.”…I guess there not really my friends huh?
i am so sorry ml. i'm so proud of you. you probably worked so hard for that, and i hope you find better friends, and live an amazing life, and enjoy that club. stay safe :)
thx girlie 🫶