I continued to look at the flowers, and in their living light I seemed to detect the qualitative equivalent of breathing—but of a breathing without returns to a starting point, with no reccurent ebbs but only a repeated flow from beauty to heightened beauty, from deeper to ever deeper meaning….
Batchoy Bochow is back
In the States.. Don’t know what brand it is though
Marble Sounds - Come Here
This song never fails to make me smile
Now it’s day, I’ve been trying to get that taste off my tongue. I was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm attractive day in the rubble of the night from before. Now I can’t walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel my pores—It’s the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light
-Animal Collective, Fireworks
(via openourminds)
(Source: galileogst, via mysticmementos)
