I Could Never Like Anyone As Much As I Like Outside Live From Manchester Arena

“yeah you hate me, i know you hate me, i’ve seen it…can i have it?” -matty healy

Van is perfect. To me.

“But above all, in order to be, never try to seem.”

— Albert Camus, Notebooks

Reject modernity: Embrace tradition:

— joy sullivan

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my only mutual follower with sam fender right now is matty healy

But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back"—almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour—the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrise. Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the blue castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings-torn, twisted, fantastic shadows. The sun suddenly breaking through grey clouds over long, white mistawis. Ice-grey twilights, broken by snow-squalls, when their cosy living-room, with its goblins of firelight and inscrutable cats, seemed cosier than ever. Every hour brought a new revelation and wonder.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, from "The Blue Castle"

Winter Recipes from the Collective Louise Glück

someone get van mccann back in the live lounge