The moment after a long bout of grief when you realize you're going to be all right. This air tastes good. This sun feels hot. This heart beats fast. That this did not end you, just a version of you. That there are more you's to meet.

The Fox and the Hound is a super underrated film for one simple reason: It was the last movie done by the original nine old men. That's why it's the last film to feel like truly classic Walt Disney.

Marvin Gaye’s isolated vocal track on “I Heard It Through The Grapevine” just hits different 😮‍💨

Game changer.

Difficult situations are teaching you the skills you'll need in your new reality. You are being meticulously prepared for something magnificent. Something beyond your current imagination. Your horizon is being stretched. Your operating system is reconfiguring. Updating.

The Sorrows of Satan, dir. D. W. Griffith (1926)

The Mummy (1999) still remains one of the most fun and rewatchable adventure films ever made. Pure cinematic joy.

Leisure is just the mysticism of every day life. A contemplative practice where one opens themselves to the incomprehensible mystery of God in their daily actions

This thread succinctly gets at the core of one of my more woo-woo beliefs, which is that the disruption AC has wrought on our ability to experience the rhythms of the natural world has devastating consequences for all life on the planet

This song used to make me sad and elated at the same time in the deepest way, bro 😭

“Do all lovers feel they’re inventing something?”

We asked for more yearners, not CB’s.

To have my own home again. I crave it so bad. Out of everything I need, I need THAT.

This lack of depth eclipsing us is severe and I can’t take it.

A “bjork_come_to_me.mp3” evening.

Random, but I just finished watching "Morning Glory" for the first time, and I was pleasantly surprised at how much of a good time it is, SPECIFICALLY because of Rachel McAdams and Harrison Ford's chemistry. Idk why, but HF surprises me every time I watch him. I'm delighted.

It’s never too early in the week to admire one of the holiest inventory poems that Anne Carson ever wrote. “God has the book of life open at PLEASURE”