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…I’ll be the earth.

My moon, oh my moon
Not even into
Another eternity
Will stop your lovely orbiting
I had held it a world away
Until my body began to say
I need not one thing more
Oh, wrap the ground around
Your gentle winding mind
Oh, guard the pounding sound
Breathe in your fiery air
Oh, wrap the ground around
Give back an hungrier stare
Oh, guard the pounding sound
You be the moon I’ll be the earth
And when we burst
Start over, oh darling
Begin again
Begin again
Begin again

http://youtu.be/Zr5mtKSbd7M

New Purity Ring album is pretty kick-ass, y’all. I’m also a huge fan of the tracks “Heartsigh“, “Bodyache“, & “Flood on the Floor“

“You ruin your life by tolerating it. At the end of the day you should be excited to be alive. When you settle for anything less than what you innately desire, you destroy the possibility that lives inside of you, and in that way you cheat both yourself and the world of your potential. The next Michelangelo could be sitting behind a Macbook right now writing an invoice for paperclips, because it pays the bills, or because it is comfortable, or because he can tolerate it. Do not let this happen to you. Do not ruin your life this way. Life and work, and life and love, are not irrespective of each other. They are intrinsically linked. We have to strive to do extraordinary work, we have to strive to find extraordinary love. Only then will we tap into an extraordinarily blissful life.”

Bianca Sparacino, How To Ruin Your Life (Without Even Noticing That You Are)

Just one break in the year
When it’s all about the two of us
And nothing’s ever been so good
You remember a life that was all about the two of us
But you and I we never knew

It was the greatest place I’ve ever been
And it was right in front of me
You carried me back home again
While you became it all for me

“Sober” by Broods, from their very very very good Evergreen LP.

httpv://youtu.be/Zk6DPgh-8VA

“Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been. This obliges us to construct for ourselves — as the physicist constructs his models — an imaginary life of the individual, the graph of his successful life. Upon which we then distribute the jags (they are sometimes enormous) which external destiny inflicted. We all feel our real life to be a deformation—sometimes greater, sometimes less—of our possible life. The second problem is to weigh the subject’s fidelity to this unique destiny of his, to his possible life. This permits us to determine the degree of authenticity of his actual life.”

(from Ortega y Gasset, The Dehumanization of Art )