January 2012
Anonymous asked: Absolutely adore (adore!) your new mix, I can't help it, you just have a certain quality to put together the right songs, and now you have already created 8 different mixes for 8 different kind of moods (and I find it wonderful!). So, thank you, thank you for sharing your talents with ordinary people like myself. I was wondering, do you also make mixes on request? (Have been looking for one...
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Romantic Streams by Sleep ∞ Over
bouqetofparentheses:
1979
“I write with light.”
– Andre Kertesz, from Diary of Light, inside cover +
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as your crystal heart sang →
When there are wild apple blossoms often the moon shows up as a flower, paler than the rest, and shining above the trees It is in the dead of summer, the flowers’ white sister, returning to visit and make peace to shine upon us so the fire to come won’t seem too hard. For the Earth itself is a flower, it says, on the tree of stars pale and with petals of luminous ocean - Rolf...
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“A thousand secrets are hidden in simply sitting still.”
– Karlfried Graf Durckheim, Hara: The Vital Center of Man, p. 127 (via mirroir)
honeypetal asked: I've forgotten how wonderful your blog is! ^o^
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“I sit here
on the perfect end
of a star,
watching light
pour itself toward...”
– Richard Brautigan, Star Hole (via sleepinginthesnow)
my 8tracks ❀ →
“We must accept our reality as vastly as we possibly can; everything, even the unprecedented, must be possible within it. This is, in the end, the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, in “Letters to a Young Poet” x
“She is a rarer creature than you dare to dream. She is a myth, a memory, a...”
– “The Last Unicorn” Peter S. Beagle (via how-far-is-heaven)
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“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via rabbitinthemoon)
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Wild is the Wind by Bat for Lashes
“Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we...”
– Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (via forestgraves)
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