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- Michael Faudet

.....this book is incredible.

Late night, I want to stay up all night listening to amazing music kind-of vibes:

So good.

...and this performance by him:
I've been listening to on a regular basis for the past 6 or 7 years. It makes me want to learn the guitar just so I can serenade my future partner with it... those lyrics... *sigh*

“Embrace the human who makes you release dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin all in unimaginable amounts. Let the chemicals spread through your brain the way bubbles spread out when a 4 year old blows on the bubble stick—innocently fast. They’ll spread out and make the space look pretty forming tiny rainbows on their circular, elusive surface. When the bubbles can no longer hold themselves together, they pop. However, they are not gone. If you look closely, the bubbles relapse into liquid droplets— into another form. They drop to the bottom and lay there. They intertwine with the fabric of the floor just as these chemical emotions intertwine with the fabric of your most basic mind. The more the bubbles are blown, the more they come to the bottom and rest. Soon enough, the fabric won’t be able to soak it all in. The liquid of emotions will begin to rise. It will fill the space and wash everything. Things—concrete things— will float in this liquid and will erode until they are particles. Your mind will be full. It will be flooded with delicate touches, electric feelings, the rhythmic ups and downs of his breathing, and made-up songs sung to him when he won’t wake up. Embrace the human who makes your mind flood. After all, it is more graceful to move through water than mud.”
— Jasmaine Quashie





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I cannot construct or even fathom any sort of poetical praise that can convey the sheer magnificence of this performance. Simply in-fucking-credible. Nils Frahm is a genius..

Hair pulling.

Pure bliss.


*sigh*

Here is to the magical moments.



"Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can...



On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair."



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Here is to the heartache..



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Here is to the fascination.



















And here is to life itself..

"‘I love you to the moon and back.’

One of the most overused and underwhelming phrases I’ve ever come across. The moon and back isn’t a big enough measurement, if you actually love someone. Because it’s the closest thing to us, down on earth. The easy way out to is pick the closest floating rock by comparing it to their eyes and spouting other cliche phrases from your ‘arsenal’ of ways to describe love.

No, the moon isn’t enough. I don’t love you to the moon and back, and you are not my sun and stars because if I look at the sky right now, I can’t see nearly as many stars as you deserve. And you are not the sun because how devastating would it be, if I could no longer look at you? If I couldn’t get near enough to touch you? No, we won’t get matching key chains with 'to the moon and back’ stamped on them, from a factory that makes thousands more. Because to the moon and back is no longer special. It’s ordinary.

Instead of the moon, I would rather give you entire galaxies, as many planets as I can find, and even the peaceful blackness of the entirety of space. I would give you stars that I’ve carefully hand picked, stars that glow green and gold, just like the colors in your eyes. Forget the moon, instead I’ll love you to Arcturus and back, because 36 light years is a better measurement than 238,900 miles. Or I’ll love you to Rigel and back, because 772 light years away is far enough for me to find you all the stars that I can give you.

I don’t want to love you to the moon and back because that isn’t far enough, and the big grey rock that billions of people stare at each night- it has already been promised to countless other people. Instead of capturing the moon for you, I’d rather move galaxies and gather constellations and stars for you to keep, because the moon simply isn’t enough to give, it isn’t far enough away to be an accurate measurement of what my love truly is.”
— rise-aqainst