The new year will be the year of walking into fairy circles, smiling at glowing red eyes in corn fields, leaving flower crowns on gravestones, befriending every eerily unblinking cat and generally exposing yourself to every slightly surreal seeming phenomenon because we have nothing to lose and eldritch beings to gain as friends.

kaijuno:

bitsow:

4800 players, Beethoven’s 9th Symphony Speedrun

its not even music anymore it’s just a shockwave that kills you instantly

Art major: Music needs time and creativity to unfold its potential-

STEM major: Music needs enough acceleration to catapult itself into outer fucking space so the aliens finally find us and take over, you coward, you Ludwiggle of a Beetroot. Light up those Götterfunken, my dudes, we’re going to Elysium.

To me, food and clothes (especially when handmade) will always carry one of the simplest yet infinitely pure and kind intentions that humans can offer in a world as terrible as ours can be:

Here, please be warm and alright and enjoy this if only a little.

Some songs have lyrics that are so fucking dumb but the beat is so beyond absolutely niiiiiiice that you have to square up, grit your teeth, ignore the pure lunacy that’s going on in any vocal part and mhmmmmmm ohhhhh what a rhythm, what melody, hecking yeeeahhhh.

hey, how long does it take before the forest god comes to get you after you leave a strand of your hair and a fresh loaf of bread in a mushroom circle by the lake? asking for a fr