the povs in this comment section would make amazing movies 💞

You all guys have such a nice name wtf

Rain sound-effects? Does it rain in most museums?

Pov: your me right now stressing writing an essay for your friend that didn't ask for it on why she should be allowed to be a twitch streamer while listening to this.

"Take me to art museums and make out with me." "But they said not to touch the masterpieces." "Well, somebody's gotta pin the artwork to the wall." ~Tumblr

why do this playlists ALWAYS have rain noises in the background??😭😭😭😭😭

Soo... Since most of us are single, let's all be single friends and go to the art museum and then was can get some coffee and borrow books from the library. Just as a big friend group :)

POV; U were standing looking at the painting of your lover that died 300 years ago u were standing there ppl didn't notice you standing because U didn't exist U are a ghost of someone that died hundreds of years ago You were the lover that has sacrificed there life in order to save him but failed Resulting both of u to die U look beside his painting to find you Smiling The smile u had when everything was normal When both of you were normal lovers But now you've parted ways You're a ghost And you don't even know where he is or what he is now All u can know right now is that your feelings haven't changed Whether you're human or ghost It stayed the same

31:46 * Barbie childhood memories coming on my head*

Imagine seating in a museum while the rain is pouring outside,and you’re just waltzing away with your love in the museum while hearing to this and just reminiscing about all the times you guys had.

i just got through like 30 pages of AP physics with this playlist, thank you sm

POV: You're absentmindedly moving from piece to piece within the museum, lost in your own thoughts, until the silence is broken by someone's snickering. You glance over to a woman, and can tell she's trying her best to contain herself, but something has absolutely *sent* her. You look back to the painting in front of you. You're no professional critic, but it seems like an ordinary enough portrait: a man stands, dressed in some extravagant costume, half-shrouded in darkness. You raise your eyebrow at the woman. "Oh--so sorry! It's just that," she clears her throat in an attempt to recompose herself, "they've gotten his nose all wrong! He was always so particular about it, too..." The woman walks off, still struggling to keep her laughter down, and you check the plaque; this portrait is at least a hundred years old, only recently recovered from some vault. You turn to say something, but the woman has vanished.

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my love for this playlist is something else

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listening to this while writing a 12 page essay on capitalism and how to exploit people

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Mine was the 66.666 Like on this video. But this music is heavenly

Pov: it's a rainy spring evening and you're up too late, but you hope playing this will let you dream about a beautiful museum when you finally drift off.

omg so I have a library ambience playing at the same time as this and when the rain faded out (around 31 mins) the ambience played pages being flipped and then when it stopped the rain came back in that was so satisfying omg

alright im gonna try and be talented too: "I told the stars about you" she cried as tears started to tarnish the green of her eyes, making his face look a bit fading at her sight, his beauty couldnt be more excruciating. "what" he whispered as a confused expression made his forhead frown, it was almost ridiculous to see that handsome face reveal a sign of lacking confidence. "i told them about you! i told them about us, about how you saved me, about how i probably wouldnt have made it to this day without you!" she cried again, copious tears were now streaking down her red cheeks. he stepped back from the edge of the cliff where, some seconds before, he was about to jump. he then walked towards her hesitantly, almost tripping over his own feet, he stretched his arm towards her shaking body and grabed her hair gently , as if he was trying to trap the essence of it between his fingers to smell it whenever he wanted. He thought about how he wouldnt be able to that where he was heading to, or at least, he hoped to. "just, please, please dont forget me", he cried those words out as if they were suffocating him, he then kissed her goodbye. One last time their lips danced together in the pouring rain to then separate for the rest of times. I am sorry for any grammar mistakes, the "poem" was first written in italian and since english's not my first language I dont really know if I translated it right; please let me know what you think about it, it would mean the world to me!

Cram studying for my AP Art History Exam with this playlist :))) Music is amazing but gosh i'm so dead

POV: I'm stuck in the washing machine again, "step brother helllp!"

POV: The vampire gallery owner is shocked to see a reincarnation of his deceased lover staring at a portrait of her past self

POV: you’re wondering why so many of the POV comments are about vampires

pov: you're just sitting at the desk and instead of studying you listen to this. quite enjoyable I must say

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it's been almost 4 months since you posted this playlist and i am still in love with it

I'm just wondering, am i really the only one who can't dream bc i don't think i deserve anything? I don't believe someone could love me. I don't deserve to live. Still alive bitches,still alive.

POV: you're writing a book. It's about Hogwarts. That's what I'm doing now xD

Pov: you can't tolerate your online class but you need the attendance

pov; you died years ago in a war between vampires and werewolves. you yourself were a werewolf, a gorgeous one at that. everyone wanted to make you theirs. but you loved only one man, a vampire prince. he loved you as well, but he loved his people more. so he killed you—for he was constantly taunted by his community and father that he loved you, a werewolf. “i love you.” you choked out, blood spilling out of your mouth and your right hand pressed against your abdomen as the pain and burning from the silver dagger increased fast. his eyes were full of tears, guilty ones. “i’m sorry, my love.” were the last words you heard before it all ended. now years later, you're here, admiring the painting which reminds you of something you couldn't point out exactly. it seemed awfully familiar yet you hated it. you see people walking by, hands in hands and smiles locked on their lips. “excuse me ms?, it's past the timing of the museum.” you turn at that, eyes wide when you look at the time—12:09 pm. you curse lightly and make your way outside the museum. now hurrying up because its already been so late and someone was waiting for you at home. someone you didn't want to keep waiting. unknown to you, two pair of red burning eyes follow your trail of walk until you disappear completely out of sight. “i’m sorry, my love.” he choked out, eyes full of tears again as he remembers the wound you still carried, even after those years. it never went away, even after the healing. no matter, how many times you were born.

Wattpad? Nahhh *The comment section of dark academia music videos*

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пов: ты читаешь повы на английском и представляешь себя вампиром мысли со светлой грустью теперь заполнили мою голову вместо ЕГЭ :/

POV: you're on a date with your boyfriend of two months, commenting softly to each other about each piece you pass. as you're admiring a particular sculpture, your boyfriend lets out an amused chuckle. "hm? what is it?" you ask him, looking over his shoulder to the painting he's examining. "that woman, she looks a lot like you, don't you think?" he points to the woman that's depicted as a god's mortal and only lover, and you can only gape at how she really does look like you. you lean in closer, quirking a brow at the oddness. "strange.. must be a coincidence?" your boyfriend shrugs. "must be." nonetheless, you two stay to continue admiring the painting with newfound interest. looking at the god that seems to be 'painting you's lover, he is terribly handsome. tanned skin with sharp features, dark eyes, yet a dashing silver for hair. certainly godlike. all of a sudden, a chill runs down your back. someone's watching you.. very intently. feeling eyes bearing into the side of your head, you turn to look over your boyfriend's back to the right. instantly making eye contact with dark smiling eyes. your own eyes widen, startled at how quickly your eyes met his despite the crowd. the man grins and tilts his head towards the wall of paintings, silver hair falling over straight brows and round glasses glinting in the light with the motion. his grin turns into a toothy smile when he raises a tanned hand goodbye, and promptly turns the corner towards the exit. wait. you turn back towards the painting hastily, startling your boyfriend in the process. that man, he looks exactly like- oh. oh indeed.

​12:26 is this a 'your lie in April' reference?

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"I am afraid, I am afraid that the irony of my words will set this letter on fire, but the truth is that I do not want to die. But I have waited too long for that person to rescue me from this abyss called life. that person never came. And even so, until the last of my sigh I will be waiting for that savior." -letters of a dead love (my book)

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oh to read in an old museum watching all the paintings and all their stories,seeing them becoming alive...

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Random, but I used to know someone named Olivia Lee IRL, though "Lee" was her middle name. This isn't me asking for your identity by the way, that would be creepy. I'm just feeling nostalgic, what with the awesome music and all. :)

Taking a girl to a museum date in a city I know really well.. that would be something. Introverted ppl are hard to find by their nature though. That's sad.

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Wow I've never met so many interesting women in a comment section before

i want someone to cuddle with me while we both read in utter silence. we’re not talking to each other, but we know we are so in love

@カカシはたけ i messaged you on there

@taylor violin yaaas qween you're added see you there

@taylor violin mei_misaki_mei#0753

@_Lara_ 7 thanks

@カカシはたけ what are the numbers at the end of the account, so i can friend you

no veo a nadie que hable español asi que comento esto hola

Thank you for doing these! Your dark academia playlists are best I've encountered yet. This one got me writing again after a long writer's block.

POV: Your lover is trapped inside a painting and you are finding a way to get them out of there

P.O.V. You are sitting on a bench in a wing of the world famous museum you live a few blocks from. You come here often. You are trying to find some inspiration for your work among the silence and beauty. The museum is about to close and there is complete silence. You get up to return to your apartment where you plan on making an omelette for yourself and feed your cat. You only see a few staff members as you slowly wind your way towards the exit. The sound of your footsteps echo through the halls. When you least expect, you find the kind of inspiration you never suspected. You feel a tap on your shoulder. Today is the day you meet the love of your life.

POV: You watched as another well dressed couple stepped before you. Seeing them made you feel a feeling that could only be described as anger. You’d never have that. You would never have someone to hold You would never have someone to take to a museum. You only had one person and over the years you’d grown to despise him. It made sense you’d been stuck in this painting with him for over a century now. Just paint on a canvas. Trapped like a caged animal

This probably won't get noticed by anyone but hi to the anyone who might come across it Have you ever thought of running away to a museum at night with some vodka and you're now admiring the paintings which can somewhat be seen cause of the stunning moonlight coming from the tall transparent windows after a fight with someone who you thought cared about you but they actually didn't .

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I LOVE THIS. You are doing God's work.

Girl x Girl pov Pov : you turn around and see a lovely looking brunette. You decide to be bold and you walk next to her and act like you are admiring this fine peice of art. "Hello, isn't this just a gorgeous peice of art, so much color, meaning. Well I don't know the meaning but to me it seems lovely but lonely and lost." You say while actually acknowledging the art of this portrait. You look at the brunette who just nods and smiles. "I made it, and you are absolutely correct about the meaning. The black represents me. The pink represents the pain I went through. The green is the power I hold." She chuckles cause there is a lot of green. She looks at me with a wide grin on her face. I love her smile. It looks magical. (I don't know what to write so I'm just gonna end it here, they have been married for 2 years and know have 2 dogs 4 cats and a son who's 3 years old)

POV that is me and you

I love you....a have good day...thanks

Can someone tell me the first painting name please

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pov: you're looking for pov's in the comments but all you can find are pov's about finding pov's

Sauce for that thumbnail? I'd like to use it as drawing reference

dancing figures, golden frames, painted wings and faces, faces i used to remember. broken promises and ill fates. long ago, a hazy memory of my lover, trapped in a canvas forevermore.

POV: you visit a museum but as you stroll past the countless paintings, one of them draws you in. you slowly study the painting and stare at the painted face. the face you would never expect to be in a 300 year old painting. yet there it is. just as radiant and beautiful as you remember it to be. your lover's face.

POV: you're looking at your phone trying to take a shit.

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POV: You don't have imagination so sad

Thanks for have it on spotify, I really love this playlist ♥

POV You walk up the stairs, into the gloom of the library reading room. Your stop by the second table and touch the old wood, still with a barely noticeable stain. The memory of that spilled mug of coffee comes back with bitersweet intensity. . She laughed at you but offered a handkerchief to clean up the mess. You promised to return it, and did not suspect the truth for many years until she confessed to poking the mug with her ruler. After all, she said, it wasn't her fault he didn't take the smaller hints.

POV I'm washing dishes but in other way I can't explain my feelings while listening to this...kinda describe my life now like a maid in a old Royale Castle what a pleasant!

Does anyone know the song 6:00-11:00

serenade for strings is soooo good

Alternative title: Your Lie in April OST but is not Your Lie in April actual OST

One day when I'm visiting an art museum I will be definitely listening to this exquisite playlist ✨🤍

What's a good novel to listen to this playlist with?

Pov: you go to a museum and find a section of paintings from a generation of family artists, however upon further inspection the painting style is the exact same and all the paintings look strangely like you just in different eras

POV: i want to destroy whoever put grammarly ads between the music pieces

POV: You stand in an almost empty museum while staring at a painting of a girl in a sage victorian gown. You continue to study her features, her emerald eyes, soft jawline, and her brown luscious hair. She was so beautiful you couldn't help but compare yourself to her. You hold up your phone to the photo and stare at your reflection but quickly frown because you wanted to see something different. "It's a lovely painting don't you think?". Your eyes twitch as you see a boy in your screen's reflection. You clear your throat and turn around to answer, "Yes. Any girl would be lucky to look like her." you laugh. He grins and your eye's lock with his. You both begin to examine each other. He has soft brown eyes with light eye bags under them, a sharp jawline, a messy middle part, and a smile that weakens your knees. "Well I think she'd be rather lucky to look like you too." he says. As a chuckle escapes your mouth, you can't help but blush at his compliment. "Is it your first time here?" you ask... The conversation continues for hours as you guys stroll the museum pointing out different pieces and artwork.

POV: You look at the paintings of your old lover and their spouse, the same person you cheated on me with. It's been 300 years since you found out that I was a vampire and left me.

"look at this paint" she said with a smile on her face and eyes full of love "i wish some day someone would look at me the way they do in art pieces" she continued saying in a soft whishper "someone already does" he said looking only at her.

49:47​ quiet resource cette musique est tellement ouf.

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pov: you're walking alone around Florence in a rainy day admiring all the beauty around you, imagining to live in the 19th century and just feeling good. then you decide to visit a museum (the Uffizi, I don't know how to translate this but it's my favourite museum) and you fall in love with all the paintings while you're listening to this playlist. (sorry if I made some mistakes, english is not my mother language 🙃)

pov: you’re looking around the museum at the paintings when you suddenly bump into someone and realize that they’re your soulmate and the one you have so longed for

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Any fancy european place or museum or whatever with classical music is just next level. I need to move back I miss it so much :(((

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POV: you carelessly swing around the art museum after you ran away from the hotel where you and your classmates stay during the excursion. Stopping to admire one of the pieces of art, you suddenly feel someone's breath on your neck. Before you can even take the slightest peеk of the mysterious person you hear an airy, raspy whisper "it's been quite a long time, darling". Startled by the sudden interaction, you turn your head quickly but the only thing you see behind you is a man bust made of white marble.

12:26 ... Your Lie in April vibes 🥺❤️ Ps: those POVs in the comment section restore my faith in humanity and imagination ☺️

Pov:you are watching this while peeing

POV: It's 1884, and you stare at the painting someone painted of you in a museum, shocked and appreciating the artwork both at the same time. You wonder who it might be, the man you met one day earlier in a street while walking to your apartment or the new friend you made while having dinner at the restaurant.

pov: you're on a school field trip to an art museum, and you're looking at the paintings from hundreds of years ago.

I can’t wait for corona to be over so I can finally go again to the Louvre

I need a museum date right now.