#eu poderia dizer que é só uma playlist mas entretanto toda via temos aqui algumas músicas que vão ser inspira��ões pra alguns povs de ++

[tachlys]

→ ACHLYS PLAYLIST; ((inside his head and heart. who he truly is.))

Incerto de quando exatamente sua inabilidade de expressar seus sentimentos começou, Achlys só se recorda de sempre ser assim. O bolo na garganta se formando toda vez que de fato quer dizer algo. O cafajeste, sempre tão cheio de si, aprendeu com maestria a faceta de fingir não se importar. A segurança de não ser afogado por seus sentimentos lhe mantém salvo de tudo dentro de sua mente que lhe deseja destruir.

Encontrou na música uma das poucas oportunidades de sentir alguma coisa de maneira segura. Quando adolescente, tocava guitarra e cantava músicas compostas por si mesmo dentro da escuridão de seu quarto, mas este é um segredo que jamais seria revelado - nem sob tortura - pois ele tinha uma imagem a zelar.

Family line; all of my pain all of your excuses I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless someone who loves you wouldn’t do this.

I’ll be good; I thought I saw the devil this morning looking in the mirror.

Happiness is a butterfly; if he is as bad as they say then I guess I’m cursed looking into his eyes I think he is already hurt, he is already hurt.

Knockin on heavens door; mama put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore that cold black cloud is comin' down feels like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door.

Creep; I wish I was special but I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here I don’t belong here.

→ EXTRAS; ((what he actually is listening to))

shots; I can’t help you in the moment girl I’ll do you wrong, oh I’m gonna mess this up, this is just my life over and over again.

fake plastic trees; but I can’t help feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn around and run, and it wears me out, it wears me out… and if I could be who you wanted.

sucker for pain; devoted to destruction a full dosage of detrimental dysfunction I’m dying slow but the devil tryna rush me.

highway to hell; hey momma, look at me I’m on the way to the promise land, I’m on the highway to hell.

bohemian rhapsody; beelzebub has a devil put aside for me.

→ GUILTY PLEASURE; ((secretly some of his favorite bangers))

because of you; I find it hard to trust not only in me but everyone around me because of you I am afraid.

be my baby; the night we met I knew I needed you so and if I had the chance I’d never let you go.

stay; well it’s good to hear your voice I hope you’re doing fine and if you ever wonder I’m lonely here tonight.

next to me; I’ll always let you down you shattered on the ground still I find you there next to me.

back to december; I miss your sweet smile so good to me so right and how you held me in your arms that September night the first time you ever saw me cry.