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Acquired Stardust
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Where do the dead go and why do they return. Version of the Ural Mari.
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Feel The Heat
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Moved into a cottage on the mountain. My backyard was a tree line. The moon lit everything so beautifully well, it hardly seemed like night at all. I began having recurring dreams. It was the same dream every single time. In my dream I would see myself laying asleep in my bed and then It switched from third person view to first person view. In the dream, I awoke to a whispering female voice. The thirst hit me. In the dream it was unbearable. I would climb out of bed , open the French doors, and head to the kitchen sink to get a glass of water. As I neared the sink, the voice would get louder and louder but I still couldn’t make it out. It was as if it were a foreign language but not one that I had heard before nor since.
Then, standing in my kitchen and looking out the window right above the sink to the tree line in my backyard well lit by the moon’s light, the voice suddenly became clear. She said “the devil is in the woods''. At this point a shadow darted quickly behind the tree line. I would then wake up from my dream , standing in my kitchen in the exact spot that I was in the dream. This happened almost every week for the entire duration of time that I lived in that house. It also always happened close to or right at 3 A.M.
Jessie Ware - Remember Where You Are (Short Film)
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a beautiful firey requiem for cities and their spirits i feel
it’s totally me overlooking Mtl or Berlin or other strongly felt/sensed cities I’ve been//lived in/with
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around home
Mor Elian - Fairplex drive [RM011]
wavering between this and prefab sprout these days
big mood today
Max Richter - The Four Seasons Recomposed (from Epic Orchestral Music th...
beautiful
In the mid 20th century, whole cities’ sewage systems safely and successfully used fish to treat and purify their water. Waste-fed fish ponds are a low-tech, cheap, and sustainable alternative to deal with our own shit — and to obtain high protein food in the process.
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Everybody Loves The Sunshine - Roy Ayers Ubiquity (1976)
2 days of hot sun
TRUE Disturbing Animated Horror Story - "They Had No Faces"
love love love this animation