I have a million things to do but all I want to do is lie in this bed and listen to music that reminds me of happy times from a year ago and sing and sing until I can sing no more because I am happy but I am lazy and I am pensive and I can’t control my thoughts and I know I still have to get this and I still have to do that but man, this bed is so fricking comfy. And this music so beautiful. Brb enjoying this moment for a little bit more.
“Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.”—Vladimir Nabokov (via delicateswans)