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when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that

one day you’re gonna look forward to waking up

“We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

i spend way too much time on spotify and thus have way too many playlists, but here are some of them as a thank you for 11k !!

neptune / soundtrack to a warm coffee on a sleepy afternoon 

pluto / 3am, lying upside down off the bed with dim phone light on your face

saturn / laughter, pillow fights and intentionally bad singing-along

mars / quiet piano floats through the window on a warm, windy evening 

lunar / during windows-down summer car rides with your friends

solar / fingers tracing on a thigh and quiet evening humming 

jupiter / gentle, wordless, beats to see you through revision 

eclipse / a soft voice paired with a guitar, and a cup of tea

earth / for dozing off amidst gentle yawns, wrapped in blankets

cosmos / a face amongst the crowd, stairs to the subway, city lights

galaxy / clink of glassware and muted murmurs amongst background jazz

sapph / for the girls who love girls

cappuccino / the feeling of a 9am coffee on a gently sunny morning 

I wish I could terrorize ancient people with things that are commonplace today

can’t wait to move out into the middle of nowhere and build a happy cottage and grow raspberries and have dandelion tea with honey and bake bread and pies and raise goats and ducks and a cat or two

Meditations in an Emergency, Cameron Awkward-Rich

Polly Florence

something holy inside you wants to get out but you can’t let it