Welcome to the nɨǥħŧmȺɍɇ in my head, Say hello to something sȼȺɍɏ The mønsŧɇɍ in your bed Just give in and you won’t be søɍɍɏ
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↳ Welcome to my øŧħɇɍ sɨđɇ
「✂」―; ‘tis the rhythmic strumming of the performer’s guitar that constructs a melodic symphony to diffuse throughout the hectic streets, harmonious tune conducting the gradual development of a crowd. ‘Tis inspired by the toils undertaken by the heart of constant tribulations and growth, a melody unparalleled amongst the others in this moment and it resounds without flaw or slip in the dance of fingers across the neck of the guitar.
here, Blake can be located, mutually attracted with the distinctive tune and the presence of one too interesting to leave alone, currently in the ideal situation for the nonchalant commencing of a conversation.
「it's really pretty, the music I mean... don't you think?」