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Clair de Lune Intellectuel Intellectual Moonlight

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Much love from Montreal.

Earnestly Yours, Keaton Henson feat. Ren Ford

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Bearded Lust

How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many have been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone? — Carl Sagan (via aastronaut)

(via namaste-om-shanti)

Jeremy Nicholas

Or maybe it’s this: Maybe I just miss being 28 and being heartbroken for the first time. Maybe I was a little in love with the pain. If nothing else, things were vivid. I wasn’t numb. I was legitimately depressed (and even did a disastrous three day dance with Lexapro) but the summer had a kind of cracked beauty to it, the darkness illuminated by some genuine flashes of light, cosmic reminders that I wouldn’t always be feeling that way. There was beauty in the world… and some of it would be mine.

Would I do it all over again? No. One can both mourn a time being gone forever and be grateful that time is over. Youth is funny that way: We worship and miss it and want it done and gone all at the same time.

I wish you well, though. I hope you go on for many years to get under the skin of moody young men and women susceptible to melancholy and convince them you’re the perfect and final word on love and loss. I wouldn’t deny anyone their O phase. I had mine.

I want it back.

And I never want to see it again.

Dear Damien Rice’s Seminal 2002 Album O; a love letter by Josh Radnor

(via dreamlessleep)


I took another short time-lapse of the dissipating storm today. It’s a little dark and the compression kind of knackered it but watching the clouds at this speed amazes me every time! The video is much smoother and nicer!