“Sometimes it’s soft as a misty rain
That gently touches my soul”
Pale and pink - glimmering and shining from all the sunlight peaking through the sheer curtained windows. It is pure, and it is immortal. It is progressing, and it is evergrowing. Arms extended, coordinated with the collage, one would wear this brilliance as a garment of their own, attire for the spirit. It won’t be something that one would take on or off, rather a perennial item to represent the euphoric ... read more
Love is the only reason to live. I mean this as sincerely as anyone ever could. Love is the reason I can wake up and drift off to sleep in peace, the reason that the rain comes to water the flowers in my garden, and the reason that I exist. Love is everything: physical, mental, spiritual, other-worldly. All-encompassing and enrapturing warmth.
I see love everywhere. In everyone. I see it in the neighbors to my left who recently brought home their newborn. I see it in the woman across the ... read more
I usually dont like this typa music but damn I get what theyre trying to do here, this had some of the most ethereal production ive heard in a long time, while I dont think I wanna go higher than 85, I still enjoyed this a lot regardless, maybe after a few relistens ill understand it a bit better, ty again wacky <3
this feels like when you smoke and everything happens in a second but you are such a drug addict that you smoke again and well it's an endless cycle.