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“An empty tomb?? He’s supposed to be dead!”

sometimes people leave you halfway through the wood

open.spotify.com/track/1SXwUr8r… there was something in the air that night

a heart as soft as the violet sky at dusk

so in the end, our hero won grandly

he could make you see how the world could be

trust the violas to save the day with a sagacious resolution

there's something about the overture to parsifal that is ominously sanguine

he had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness

contrary to popular belief, sometimes cape town does disappoint

probably not the wisest to start listening to parsifal at 00h00 on a school night, but the plagal cadences 🥹 open.spotify.com/track/5czvXHJz…

criminally underrated 😍 open.spotify.com/track/2vVKHXbu…

I look at my mum’s old house on Google maps street view, the house where I grew up. It says ‘Image captured May 2009’. There is a light on in her bedroom. It is still her house, she is still alive, I am still visiting every few months on the train to Bodmin Parkway,

the songbirds keep singing like they know the score

c'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse se caresse, dirait-on...

there's something about this, like eating soup with a fork - i can't get enough of open.spotify.com/track/2en1t4x8…

thanks for all your generous love, and thanks for all the fun

i was trying for us to be friends

part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time

i'm a lonely painter, i live in a box of paints