life feels to me like a continuing growing experience, but it’s alsao a grwoing decay that i feel happening around me and within me. always meandering between the will to live life fully and with open eyes and curiousity, and the smothering realization and knowledge that my existence is too feeble in relation to other lives and that my decay moves on relentlessly and mercilessly and time ticks off minute by minute, leaving you kind of immobile and static, unable to move on for yourself. but still, hope never vanishes fully, even if it often might feel that way.
playlist:
claude debussy . clair de lune
cinema strange . catacomb kittens
beach house . myth
radiohead . house of cards
new order . restless
re/search/er . papercut
dir en grey . amber
fever ray . triangle walks
balbina . blumentopf
doe paoro . growth/decay
kindness feat. robyn . who do you love?
selah sue . the more that i
years & years . border
selah sue . the more that i
years & years . border
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