"We were romantics. We didn’t just read poetry; we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned, and gods were created, gentleman. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?"

Dead poets society is one of my favorite films, I remember a teacher giving me a homework assignment about the film and I went to watch it thinking it would be something boring.

Librarian and professor here. I've listened to a few of your playlists while grading papers. Thank you so much for sharing them!

This playlist makes me think of Neil sitting at his place at their dorm window, observing the grounds outside and daydreaming about acting, while Todd is writing some poems as usual

"...and poetry is just words, bent to the shape of our souls." 🖤

Things do get better. And maybe after getting better it might get worse again. But even a moment of feeling better is worth all the pain. There will be a time where you’ll experience something amazing and think: “Wow I’m really fucking glad I’m still alive to experience this.” There will be so many incredible opportunities headed your way. Everyone has a purpose. There’s a reason we were born and were able to survive until this very moment. Staying alive will give you more time to find yours. It’s never too late to learn something new. To dream a new dream. To start a new path. To move to a new place. To start a new career. It’s never too late to start. Staying alive is the biggest, most crucial first step. Have a nice day

POV: You were always an orphan at heart. Your parents neglected you when you were a child for reasons unknown. No records of your extended family were found, or at least that’s what people told you. The money had to come from somewhere though, because instead of another orphanage, you were sent to a boarding school when you became 17. You weren’t surprised when many of the students gave weird stares as you walked through its brown oak doors. Unlike them, who had grown with one another since they were young, you were completely new. You were always alone, wherever you would go. But books, they were always your friends. Trusted companions with never ending stories. A form of escape from your cruel world. Something you would clutch against your chest as you quietly weep from another day of bullying and questioning your existence. And nature was your retreat, a form of grounding. The shade from tall trees brought you a place of rest. The sweet scent of various flowers was peaceful to you. And it was at a particular bench underneath a large welcoming tree where you’d spend all your free time reading whatever you could get your hands on. Any book would do as long as it distracted you from your inevitable worries. From time to time when you’d look away from the pages to let your eyes rest, you’d look up at a fountain not too far from you. In the center of it was a statue of an angel kneeling. One hand held a slab against her heart while the other was gesturing towards the ground. You wondered what she was pointing down at but there was nothing in particular. It was just the stone floor. Besides that misleading part, you loved everything about the fountain. The water pouring and dripping from the angels risen platform would soothe you in ways you couldn’t explain. This small courtyard within the entire estate was the only place that felt like home to you. And before you knew it, the dinner bells rang as children of all ages were beckoned back inside. You didn’t want to go back, because there was no one to go back to. But your stomach protested with hunger pangs and you gave in. You had hurriedly finished your unappetizing meal and left the cafeteria before anyone could snide about your outfit or the way you fixed your hair. It was easy for them to talk when they had mothers to go back to during the holidays. But luckily, no one said anything to you and you sighed with relief. But upon walking to your designated bed within the sleeping quarters, you saw that the books and journals you had safely tucked underneath your bed were ruined. Pages were torn and abrasively marked all over. What once held your hopes and dreams were now unrecognizable. Devastated, you dropped your prized items and rushed out of the corridors. There was only one place you could go. The cold air whipped your face and bit the tips of your fingers as you rushed towards the angel statue within the darkness. She was extremely inviting underneath the pale moonlight as you climbed up her elevated platform. Thankfully, the platform wasn’t too high up and the water had been shut off for the evening, making it easier for you to finally get close to the angel. As soon as you touched her frozen frame, a horrible noise that had been bubbling inside your chest escaped. You threw yourself onto the statue as you sobbed. A week hadn’t gone by and the new environment was already too much to handle. No matter where you went to escape, a dark aura followed. “Please! Help me please!” You wailed as your body trembled like a leaf. Though the statue was cold like the stone she was made from, the angel provided you that fake sense of ease like the mother you desperately needed. You rested your face on her open palm and contemplated sleeping there for the night. Your heart dropped when you leaned against the hand a bit too hard and it slightly shifted down. The concrete underneath began to shift and groan as the thick column holding you up slowly started to slide into the ground. You pushed yourself into the angel's chest as you could only watch what was happening around you, too terrified to move. The statue’s column slowly sunk down towards the ground as if it were a figure ballerina tucking itself away within a musical box. You shut your eyes tight, convinced you were going insane as your heart hammered within your chest. You just wanted all this madness to end. And right on cue with your fleeting thought, the shifting stopped. You peeked over the platform and saw that part of the concrete floor was gone. What you saw instead was a spiral of stairs leading into the darkness that were faintly illuminated by a long line of lit torches. You briefly held onto the angels extended hand for support as you hopped off the platform. You looked up at the angel as its palm rose back to its normal position, now pointing towards the staircase. And for the first time, you noticed something written on the slab she was holding. _Angeli Lapsi Societatis_ Teaching yourself Latin all those years had finally come to use. Realizing what the phrase meant, you felt more drawn to the mysteriously lit path than before. And before you knew it, you began to steadily make your way down the never ending staircase- entering *The Fallen Angels Society.* • • • • Edit 9/29/21: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this short piece I’ve written! I originally wrote this for a different video but I feel like it suits this video too so why not share it here as well ☺️ If you did like this, my insta writing account is @nezies_stories and I’ll be posting more of my KZfaq stories there! 😊💕 • instagram.com/nezies_stories/

As winter kills the spring flower, I find peace in knowing that although the sun sleeps so does its dependents. Just as the old me died when you left. It is only sad if I long for you. As if the tulip survived the snow just to see that the sun did not.

Just wanted to share this. I wrote the original version many years ago but as I was listening to this I edited it. It happened so quickly. She hadn’t yet had time to think about it. The voices, the crying, the begging, the vicious smile on her father’s face, the fear and pain on her dearest mother’s face of built-up emotion and hiding…the tears sliding down her mother’s face. She turned back again for the millionth time as her father tugged violently on her mother's hair with a death threatening glare "GO '' were the last words that lifted off her mothers soft pink lips, the ones that said “I love you” and kissed her everyday, the only colour left on her mother’s sculpture of a face. She stopped midway and watched. She watched as her father, the unfaithful, murderer yet to enslave his own wife. The thought about running back to them, to put her life on the line and save her mother’s but she was flooding her in that moment. She was paralyzed from the head down. Her eyes could only capture the moment as what it was. Her father not looking at her but at his mother with a murderous grin. Her mother, mouthing to her to “go”. She knew exactly what was about to happen. She knew that she would regret not running back but if she went back that night she wouldn’t have lived to see what was lying beyond her escape from death. As she fled, her mind flooded with thoughts. To run and not look back. To run so she never saw her father or her storybook end. One last glance at her beloved home. One last smell of the rose vines that covered the lengthy footpath to the abandoned woods that never ended. One last listen of her animal companions edging her on, knowing no matter what she faced from now on, it wasn’t anything compared to what she just missed by the strand of a hair. However this was not what was framed in her head and tore her heart. It was the fact that this was her fault and yet she still didn’t know how.

With this kind of sound, you can cook, you can dance, you can read, you can even go shopping, or you can be standing in the middle of a loud, crowded, busy street, with your headphones on, and yet feel so calm, so peaceful, so relaxed, so... YOU! You know those scenes on movies, when there are people talking, but you stop listening to the sounds around you and get submersed in your own world... yes there's only you and the piano! All the above or you can just do... nothing. Just sit down or lay down and absorb the melody, and bring it into your imagination, to your realm of fantasy and dreams... and be one with the music! 🖤

There are only 15 hours left before an important exam (this is the Unified State Exam ("ЕГЭ" on my languege), probably the most important exam in my life, according to the results of which I will try to enter the university) and this playlist has been playing in the background for several hours while I repeat everything that I learned during these years... Many thanks for the wonderful selection of music, it helps a lot to focus and calm down (also, good luck to everyone who will also write exams these days! we will all succeed!) Upd.: Ayo, exams were passed (not very well for me, but not failed) and i successfully entered a good university in a big city (as I wanted). Believe that you will succeed, even if today the world seems terrible and unfair. One day the sun will rise for you too!

POV: you've been playing classical music since you were 8. You're 16 now. I don't need to imagine. And classical music has been and always will be my fallback and my happy place. 💜🎶

It's music! It doesn't even have lyrics! How can I relate to something so much, that isn't even saying anything? How can simple music notes make me feel so at home and at peace, yet so distant and lost at the same time?

This playlist reminded me of the first serious poem I had ever written; it was for the final project during my high school senior year drama class. I think this poem took me a weeks time, and a lot of walking to write haha. A softly tinted candy colored horizon, brings about the end to the first day in a long forever. A cool dawn breeze flows across the endless lakefront. As gulls playfully pass by, you hear a sound close to your heart, yet unrecognizable. You follow the narrow pier but reach its sudden end. Still the sound continues, haunting your every memory trying to recognize the tones of the benevolent falsetto. With tears beginning to swell, you leap into the open waters, and fight the storm of the ocean with no guide but the sweet serenade, drowning out even the crack of waves 20 feet tall. As you near, you begin to hear the faint sounds of the one who saved your life. Rather now this blissful sound has evolved into a bellowing melody of beautiful rhymes and utterance. And soon you learn the goodnight you heard, was the final product of 10,000 words. When can true bliss exist? When are we allowed to feel love with complete freedom? When is self-actualization a reality? The hollows of one’s mind may destroy these ideas before we can embrace them. Try as we may, failure and pain are a part of realizing these ideas, and those realties, fearfully may never come. But with withered realities and dreams comes hope. A hero, a warrior, an entity of love. A banner held high with morals of unmistakable value. A shield clashed with the iron clad of failure. And stripes of battles taken by victory. A sword dulled by the slashing of demons, only to be sharpened in preparation for what may be their last quarrel. At night both warrior and weak reflect on the dust settled and which star to follow. But where love is given in recur, its return is curtain. Those saved never forget, as those who fight may never fully understand.

One of my favorite school memories was watching the Dead Poets Society in class. Man, that was a long time ago

I watched Dead Poets Society as a kid with my mom and her gf. I remember it was movie night and I didn't quite grasp the main concept of the story because I wasn't mature enough but I loved it for some reason. Now that I'm older, I understand what the whole movie wanted to tell me. Listening to this playlist made me remember that memory and it just inspired me to draw the scenario again. Thank you for making this playlist

pov? autumn had brought its beauty, green leaves gone golden yellow, burnt brown and pumpkin orange; white clouds were stretched thin over blue skies and rays of bright sunlight cast a cheerful feeling of happiness into your dorm as you pinned another poster, this one on lunar phases, onto your ever-expanding collection. once you were satisfied and quite sure the poster was not lopsided, you grabbed one of the thick novels stacked neatly on the polished wooden table, the same table that bore nicks and dents from years of come and go. down bustling corridors, you found yourself out in the yard, walking the same cobblestone path until you found the stone bench that looked out on a field full of squawking geese. autumn blew wind across your face, a pleasantly cool breeze that smelled delightfully of dewy leaves and faint cinnamon. you traced your fingers over the golden letters scored into the brown leather of the book’s cover, smiling absent-mindedly at autumn and her beauty.

And Dead Poets Society is one of my "favorite" movies. I put that in quotes because it is not a fun movie at all, but so deeply and mournfully meaningful.

Pov: You rushed into the dark oak doors, opening them and walking to the small room, all covered in dust, old books and school stuff. Your fellows were already there, so you just smiled and closed the door. You walked to them and sat on a wooden box. "Now! Everyone's finally here, we can begin." said short blonde haired girl. She was wearing a brown, checkered skirt, black oxfords and light sweater with white, elegant shirt under it. "I wrote a new peace today." Other black haired girl took the voice. She was dressed a little bit rebellious: black jeans, vans, big t-shirt with no sleeves and a skull on it. She also had a black leather jacket, but it lied on her knees as she held her brown, leathered notebook. "All of the colors, Gold, red and orange. All of the little things, that fall leaves: Mushrooms, leaves and fruits. The smell of the apples And pumpkin With cinnamon so sweet. Ah, fall, how much I love you." the girl recited her poem. All of you started talking about it and how beautiful it was. What you liked about it and what not, which of the verbs were fine and which ones could be different. You felt, as always on your little meetings, like home. Even better, like with family you never had. You finally could be here yourself, you could write your poems, recite them and talk about them. You could've live like that forever... "I painted the fall! I think I'm gonna call it after your poem, Kara." Farah, a girl with hijab said, with big smile. She took her painting and showed to you all. "Woah..." Kara sighed. It was indeed "woah", all of the colors of the leaves that were falling of the trees, little brown mushrooms and beautiful red foxes that were playing in the middle of the woods. You could've feel the smell and how warm this painting was. And you wished you could've see this by yourself. You knew it's here. You knew that your heart will again be broken, when all of you will go out of this room and you'll be pretending you don't know and like each other. There will be no laugh together or talking about your poems or paintings or how you play piano. Cause you all were pretending you're living 21st century, but here, in this little dusted room... You all knew you were living your true life in 60s private school.

When Neil said “I don’t care, I don’t give a damn about any of it” my heart sank

So here's a little something.. Time; something that she had of just. plenty. The sand in the giant twenty four hourglass never seemed to stop flowing, yet…yet her day never seemed to end. The hourglass that held so many of her precious memories…so many of ‘their memories’. As she sat there crouched in a corner of the room in her damp mustard sweater…more like ‘the mustard sweater that they shared’, she couldn’t help but realize how massive the place was that never seemed so when it was ‘the two of them’. Now that she was by herself, the place echoed regardless of any winds from the seas. It was like she could hear herself running barefoot through the floors, through the curtains..just laughing and all happy, something she just isn’t now. She could almost hear his heavenly voice ….her chest tightened. Is this what he meant to do from the start? Sail away together on a abandoned but resourced island while showing her perfect vivid dreams and just abandon her? No matter how much she thought over and over again, she couldn’t wrap her head around..even as she continued her hugs refusing to get up. There was no leftover strength in her knees. He had taken it all from her, everything that she owned, all of it, regardless of whether she treasured it or not and the astonishing thing is he left her with everything too ..everything that she needed to survive but even then it was missing the most crucial thing for her to live; him. He was missing even though he had promised he’d be here; right next to her when she woke up daily, doing her hair for her just the way he liked it..loosely tied and the only thing she ever wore; oversized sweaters. He had sworn in her ear every morning that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his whole life just like he had promised he would when he had put the rose gold metal band on her ring finger; with no gems or stones.. nothing shiny ..just the way she liked. She always told him that he was the only beaming thing that she’d ever wanted in all her 23 years of life and he’d always tell her that he was far from so and that she was way more than anything he ever deserved. He had got that giant hourglass as a remainder of the precious time he had and would gladly continue to spend with the ‘love of his life’ He promised and promised but was this his final plan? To abandon the woman to whom he had become everything to? Since when had he planned this? Just why? She had been fateful, had told absolutely no one when they’d be leaving or where they’d be going to. Had he approached her with such intentions from the very start? Was it because she never showed any forms of interest in any men before? Isn’t this the typical ‘player’ her friends had warned her of? He’d never turned up to any of those meetups that she and her friends had planned too, her parents lived abroad and every time she suggested they fly there together..he’d say they’d do it together once he had shown her their living arrangements for the future. ‘Future’…that word seemed to sting her harder now…even more than her scarlet frozen hand did. She refused to get up from her corner …from that place even now, refused to acknowledge that she has to do something…anything. She absolutely refused to recall that just that morning she had overheard her fiancé whisper to her thinking she was still fast asleep that the iron rods he was surprising her with would be arriving soon. If she had thought of that as nothing the single ship boarding pass on the candle holder had come off as a massive shock. A blast of wind had her shivering…harder than before. She still refused to get up and shut the balcony door. The wind chimes continued to make their noise…as if someone’s world hadn’t fallen apart today, as if someone hadn’t lost their ‘soul mate’ today...just a few hours ago in fact. At that she looked up at the see through ceiling and only noted the moonlit sky. How special the night would have been if she wasn’t on her own, how he had rocked her from the sun and the wind every time so she could sleep better. The man who made her feel so vulnerable and protected, wouldn’t let her do anything by herself, wouldn’t let her carry any weight, reminding her he was the one who had promised to take care of her for the rest of their lives, only to succumb at death...her hand shook more violently and she clutched her injured hand with her better one and brought it close to her chest. Her metal band still felt warm from being in his hold just last night and she swallowed a sob and still did not get up. She looked towards the dining table where the breakfast lay cold and untouched. She had made it herself; she had cooked and he had cut the fruits just this morning. Another cold blast of wind and something dropped in front of her…a ticket...the boarding pass from this morning. She picked it up with trembling hands...and looked at the candle holder where it’d fallen from. She got herself to stand up somehow. The plain glass next to it showed her a mess...why had he told her she was beautiful every morning she’d never know. Her hair was too loose…her once mustard sweater was now semi scarlet-semi mustard, in knots and wrinkles from the scarlet liquid that had hardened. A short girl with dark, puffy eyes looked back at her. She looked drained. Something caught her eye…right close to mirror was the giant hourglass…but the thing at its bottom had her attention…a paper. She picked it up and it was her was another boarding pass, this time with her name on it. She stopped breathing for a moment. As she turned it, there were words that read ‘ My love, I’ve been putting off meeting your parents for too long haven’t I ? It must have upset you. I just wanted to make sure I had the right to ask for their approval. It’s taken a while for sure, and you have truly been patient. I realize you just acquired your sailing license. I want you be my captain this time. But I have a mini surprise before that. You know how you always wanted to try snorkeling in the deep ocean? Yeah, how about you look beneath the balcony this time?” She rushed to the balcony and looked down. True to his word there was an iron cage the perfect size to fit a human bound to chains next to the bank. She looked behind her...on floor where she’d been crouched all this time. She rushed there, to the body lying lifeless whose side she had been unable to leave even after having thought that he had betrayed her. She now shook him violently with just the smallest glimmer of false hope; that maybe...just maybe he’d wake up and embrace her trembling self. She began to put the pieces all together; he was bringing the cutlery back into the cooking space and she got agitated from seeing the blade; she began to put all the pieces together now looking at those glassy amber eyes that’d never look at her again. Her fingers shook as they gently caressed his curly dark hair…she had never thought she’d have to witness it all lose life right before her eyes…right by her own hands. His pure soul was lost to the unknown for good. Even in his last moments he had struggled to protect her, worrying she had had decided to do the unthinkable, never knowing it would end in his life. Cold, hard and completely worn out now...she plopped down and looked at the butter knife stuck to his abdomen. She recalled grabbing the blade as he had brought it close to her from the back and as she struggled to get it out of his hand, he had refused to give it to her and in the process she ended up embedding it in his chest. He lay still and lifeless, eyes wide open as if shocked at what ‘his fiancé’ had done and probably wondering why too. Weeping, she leaned on his now hardened shoulder to inhale the scent for one last time and for the one last night, wishing to find solace in those loving arms even as they turned colder by the minute.(END) twitter:@bobazbubbles

Thank you, this playlist is so good. I could just sit and read a novel while listening to this music all night long.

Beautiful. I love feeling dramatic when studying anatomy.

i write poetry to this. I write it everyday. I come back here everyday. The music soothes my mind and allows me to write more smoothly. I appreciate what you do! thank you very much

She lay silently Alone Lonely And no one Could possibly understand So She picks up A collection of memories Paging through the parchment And a star sparks In the dark sky That is her soul She lays silently Alone Comforted And knows Someone understands

I can't express how much this playlist helped me.. I have ADHD and I have trouble focusing on things that don't interest me much. I'm currently working on my master's thesis and to be honest it's giving me headaches :( However, I hope in May or June, I'll come back here to see my progress and what I will have achieved. Everyone, or anyone who reads this, there is so much more to see, to do, to experience

I've never seen the Dead Poets Society, but this playlist is amazing

Perhaps not precisely fitting, but I am reading the works of Socrates to this soundtrack.

I've been listening to your playlists for the whole week and I've been really productive!! I love music and even though I have up till now only listened to these when studying, I enjoy these way more than I would have thought. This really makes me feel stuff in a totally different way! THANK YOU!

*There's an enchanting beauty in sad, sentimental music that speaks directly to the soul, evoking a bittersweet longing for something intangible yet deeply felt*

I'm tired of trying for people who won't even give me a second thought. I don't get it. I try. I really do. But they've all seem to have forgotten about me... Do I mean so little to them when they are my whole world? I'd give them everything without hesitation, and they wouldn't even give me a "hello". I get that I'm not perfect or even the friend they want. But I try. I really do

Writer here. I write while listening at this. It's calm music but it's telling so much. It's like telling a story without needing any words. So damn powerfull. I can't tell stories through music but hopefully it will help me write a good one. Thanks for sharing

I start off all of my morning’s at work listening to this play list with my noise cancellation headphones. It blocks off all the office chattering and annoying background noises. This is the ideal music to get me a productive day going.

Listening to this while I'm studying and trying to ignore my parents fighting hits really hard. I just wish the world was as perfect as I imagine it being while listening to these playlists ;-;

I almost ended up crying while listening to this and doing my homework. Lmao. It's a pretty good playlist

the only reason i got anything done today... thank you.

Thank you so much for this playlist! I really love it and it kinda made me feel something

I'm 22 years old and I've never heard of this movie in my life. And I only got into it through this playlist because I'm learning something I'm absolutely not into in my field and I'm pretty much thinking about quitting school and starting to do anything else even though I'm pretty much a lost soul in life, which pisses me off quite a bit. But I'm very grateful for this playlist and for the fact that it made me feel better and calmer, even though the movie was really powerful for me. Keep up the great work, you would never know how you can change a person's whole life just because of music. Carpe diem ❤

This is exactly what I was looking for, thank you

been enjoying this for hours now - thank you!

This is so good! thank you for making it

I pull out my leather bound journal from my book bag and set it on the dark wooden table in the library. The faint musty smell of books and a sharper one from the tea, fill my nose as I start to unwind the ribbon around my journal. The misty grey sky shines dimly through the smeared window. Aided by the candles, I begin to scratch an entry in the book. Starting with the date and working my way through the events of the day, I fill the page quickly. Looking at the loopy scrawl I realize that I can't write in cursive and wake up. My sad existence once again realizing itself. Though the dream was brief, and the modern world is visible outside my window, I will never forget that ancient library.

the new generation (genZ) is missing out on this divine work...I hope to represent them here

"when you can recognize the beauty in you, you can see Art in everything" .. I am a software engineer and I like to listen to good old piano when working and this playlist is really magical ❤

You have wonderful taste in music and I am subscribing. Thank YOU!

A short poem I wrote based off of a house I saw while walking in the woods: A gloomy house, abandoned and lost, sat in earthy soil. A single rose bush, alive and well grew right infront a splash of color to the gray dead plants surrounding.

I absolutely love this playlist

This is mesmerizing. Thank you!

Your playlist is helping me stay focused while writing my essay- thank you!

This is my favorite playlist for working on the regency romance novel I’m writing. Thanks!!

why does the first music remind me of Narnia? Gosh please, help me NOT TO CRY

включив этот плейлист, мой мозг полность разгружен, настолько это приятно и ещё я с этой музыкой читаю книгу "лето в пионерском галстуке" и это прекрасно! Спасибо

i wholeheartedly enjoyed this playlist

I just found this playlist, now it's my favorite for work. Thank you!

Oh wow! This is a beautiful playlist. I actually just recently watched Dead Poets Society for the second time, makes me cry still. One of my all time favorites :)

This was posted on my birthday and makes me feel warm inside. Thank you :')

I would love to just sit in the corner of a dark quiet library with this playlist and read all day

Okay, I'm in love with every single track on this playlist. Thank you so much

its so beautiful and very soothing thanks :)

Lovely playlist to listen to while working, thank you so much!

These types of playlists are quite literally the only thing getting me through my assignments this semester.

This whole playlist is awesome

I really love listening to you playlist while studying, specially this because dead poets society was my entire huge favorite movie of all time. Thank you for sharing this!!!

I love this playlist, and what it's based off of! Dead Poets Society is a favorite of our family, mainly me and my dad. The only time I see him cry is when we watch this movie together, and I always cry too. It really speaks to me.

i love your playlists! they help me concentrate and stay focused! and they totally take me away to another time. so thank you!!

Excellent music choices, this playlist is perfect for chill studies. Thanks a lot for it!

I'm a little peruvian writer but I feel the most important writer with those melodies. Thank you so much :D for your work

i just discovered this amazing playlist and my studying has improved already, tysm

Thank you for sharing such gems - I surf through my marking and class preparation in a state of bliss with your playlists. Blessings from Mauritius.

This playlist is definitely one of my favorite.

Really beautiful playlist, my homework is thankful to you.

It may sound stupid that i do this but I make stories, i have a lot to tell and this helped me to design the characters and make the story easier to understand Thank you creator for this beautiful album

today was my first time watching the film and oh boy I cried. its currently free on youtube! I've been following you for a while and I think its so funny to have stumbled across this playlist at such a time!

God.. I love this playlist so much, definitely my new favourite playlist

that feels good, thanks

This is one of my favorite classical Playlists I have found. Listen to it all day thanks so much for making it and sharing it with us ❤ really helps to calm me down after a stressful day!

This is just the best music compilation. It’s just so peaceful and relaxing. Thank you.

thanks for this playlist.. its soo beautiful

I clicked on this by accident, happiest mistake of my life.

Love this playlist. My Fav at the moment

I listen to it and just close my eyes. incredible feelings, totally indescribable

My deadass learning to that playlist,so thank you.I have big problems with my Concentration and that helps very much. Learning french with that music feels powerful :)

Your channel playlists have saved my afternoon and from being lonely 🥺

this is so good for the winter here ..........bake some bread, read a novel, have some wine before noon and don't get to leave the house for three or four days

this music is so beautiful, perfect for calming your mind ❤

Very interesting setting of The Three Ravens. Still beautiful music after hundreds of years.

very well done, cool sound and great work

Great collection of songs with the same theme. Thanks for sharing.

wonderful playlist , I can listen forever.. thank you

i've done all my homework (which is about 40 hours of time) to this classy mf music and i couldn't be more proud

This is my favorite dark academia playlist. I go back to it again and again. I can't help it, I'm addicted. No other playlist I've found holds a candle to this one. Thank you, sincerely.

Thank you for this playlist, I power through my articles while listening to this. Bless you.

Oh. My. God. Just found your channel. Deeply touching. The community of Comments is loving and enveloping. Many here seem to express themselves similarly, a wonderful, shared experience from so many who live through inner worlds. Your playlists are magic.

perfect for listening to while doing Stats homework. Thank you

I’m so happy that there are new songs that I didn’t know! Like not the usual Für Elise, Experience ecc..

Your playlist is really enhancing my day. Whenever i play it while doing hw or just relaxing, nostalgia hits and i feel so happy 💞 Thx for the playlist 💝

this playlist is motivating me to write stories or play piano

Beautiful, beautiful.

Currently doing quality assessment of papers included for a meta-analysis. This is giving me the calm I need to get through it

So beautiful!