It snowed and did not stop. Mittens sold out. People climbed so deep into the hearts of their homes that no window cast a glow. Streets disappeared. Exits were blocked. Entrances stuffed. Everyone moved closer to each other.
Death Take Your Fiddle by Spiritualized
I could tell she was on
by the way she teased her hair,
cherried skin, dancing hands,
and cigarettes called “squares.”
(Source: likeafieldmouse)
Do the Astral Plane by Flying Lotus
This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath…
Margaret Atwood, from “Shapechangers in Winter”, in Eating Fire
Winter solstice(via growing-orbits)
(via saturnrising)
Golden Age by TV on the Radio
Now we’re all allowed to breathe
Walls dissolve
With the hunger and the greed
Move your body
You’ve got all you need
And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars
And oh here it comes and it’s not so far
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