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Am I the only one who cries when I listen to Sleeping At Last’s Atlas: I & Atlas: II?
I've waited a hundred years
But I'd wait a million more for you
You taught me the courage of stars before you left
How light carries on endlessly, even after death
With shortness of breath
You explained the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
I couldn't help but ask
for you to say it all again
I tried to write it down,
but I could never find a pen
I'd give anything to hear
you say it one more time
That the universe was made
just to be seen by my eyes
I couldn't help but ask
for you to say it all again
I tried to write it down,
but I could never find a pen
I'd give anything to hear
you say it one more time
That the universe was made
just to be seen by my eyes
With shortness of breath
I'll try to explain the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
With shortness of breath
I'll try to explain the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist
No cause seriously there isn’t a single song on the Atlas albums by sleeping at last that isn’t beautiful. Like each one lights up the soul and brings me to tears in its ability to capture and illustrate the wonder and beauty of the world around us.
so…what was the first song you listened to in 2018 👀
so…what was the first song you listened to in 2018 👀
a playlist perfect for long drives, sunrises and sunsets.
Please please please reblog this and put in the tags your music recommendations. I’m not talking about big artists and bands either— what’s a niche group, band, or artist that you can’t get enough of? What song or album do you enjoy the most? Why?
GO LISTEN TO ALL HIS MUSIC NOW!!! Especially Atlas 1 and 2 albums!
Because the story of your life // becomes your life
- Lisel Mueller
Phoebe Bridgers, I Know The End / Augusto Boal, Theatre of the Oppressed / Lisel Mueller, Why We Tell Stories / Sleeping at Last, East / Pat Barker, Silence of the Girls / Brandon Melendez, How to Write the Quantum Mechanics Uncertainty Principle into a Promise to Return Home / Lisel Mueller, The Story / Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out
The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater // East by Sleeping at last // The King’s Men by Nora Sakavic // We Were Kings by Ryan Star // Take Me To Church by Hozier // Mithridates by Nathaniel Lee // Intro by NF // Furyborn by Claire Legrand
Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater // Tear In My Heart by Twenty One Pilots // Song of Myself by Walt Whitman // Saturn by Sleeping At Last
so show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.
- pluto
why does every sleeping at last song fit din so perfectly???
so slowly i'm losing who i've sworn to be. a promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read. i've spent my life building walls brick by brick and bruise by bruise... a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep.
- birdcage religion
all of a sudden, you changed my mind. pulled back the curtains a little at a time.
through the static, through the ashes we were brave. through the perils of endless narrow escapes, we’re still here. we’re still here.
- we’re still here
like. does anyone else see it? i only discovered sleeping at last today and my “din djarin vibes” playlist has already doubled in size.
though your heart is far too young to realize the unimaginable light you hold inside,
i’ll give you everything i have. i’ll teach you everything i know. i promise i’ll do better. i will always hold you close, but i will learn to let you go.
- light
YES that is EXACTLY how din feels about grogu.
now i have to write fics to go along with all these...
+ i have some recommendations, plus some random songs from each in no particular order :
aurora - exhale inhale, the seed, giving in to the love, literally all of her songs i'm very bias,
iniko - the king's affirmation, luna, jericho,
novo amor - repeat until death, haven, statue of a woman,
crane wives - curse, take me to war,
enya - orinoco flow, caribbean blue.
mother mother - body, burning pile, hayloft 1 & 2,
mitski - washing machine heart, stay soft,
cosmo sheldrake - birthday suit, numinous, the moss,
agnes obel - the curse, parliament of owls,
phoebe bridgers - motion sickness, garden song,
the oh hellos - soldier poet king, zephyrus,
susanne sundfør - alyosha, white foxes, the brothel,
celtic woman - tir na nog, téir abhaile riú, homeland.
tom odell - butterflies, heal,
of monsters and men - dirty paws, king and lionheart,
florence + the machine - howl, dog days are over,
jagger finn - vas, neapolitan,
cody fry - pictures of mountains, i hear a symphony (slow+reverb version),
adrian von ziegler - moonsong, seredina zimy,
dzivia - dzikaje palavańnie (wild hunt), flower maiden,
half alive - creature, ok ok?, still feel,
sakuzyo - el dorado, reincarnation,
sleeping at last - to be enchanted, one, two,
edit: also björk... i don't know how i could forget björk - idk, any song i guess .
+ that's all i can think of, hope some of these give you the vibes you're looking for !
- sorry if any links are wrong it's 3 am and i took my meds like an hour ago, i'm very loopy right now .
Hozier and Lord Huron are not enough anymore. I need music suggestions that feel like witnessing a secret ritual of mushroom gnomes. I need to feel the name of the gods as pronounced by the oldest conifer in upstate New York. I need to scream with my bones not my mouth. I need a fatherly pat on the back from Odin himself. I wanna eat clay from a riverbed.
Can anyone help me with that? Thank you.
SLEEPING AT LAST
Prologue
As written by: Zie Madayag
Adwell House’s history traces back to the 1910’s of a group of esteemed and dignified young and adult women. These women were byproducts of loveless marriages, incestual relationships, rape, unwanted pregnancies, and sexual affairs. They were the lucky ones who have been taken into service by women much like them—except, far more free from the barbarism of men.
Ms. Eleanor Adwell, the founder of Adwell House was born of time and space, privilege, and of sound mind. Being the heiress to her father’s ill-headed business and designated to be married in two months from 5th of May 1912, she rather decided to be stripped off her title and start from the ground under. This decision, without a shadow of a doubt, was supported by her mother who funded her but is now, unfortunately, dead. The House did not start off as a sanatorium for it was primarily utilized as a haven to protect the women who had immense courage to flee abusive households. Over time, she had noticed an increase of depletion in the mental states of her fellow sisters therefore deciding to form a deeper, more-enriched bond.
She began to use the philosopher Socrates’ midwife method. The conversation would always revolve around a sister as Ms. Adwell’s only duty is to offer a lending ear. Hereafter, she would give questions related to the conflict which made her fellow sisters contemplate and arrive at a definitive answer they thought for by themself. This method resembles a midwife, assisting only the pregnancy without submitting to the commitment of pushing the infant. When she had found it quite effective, she incorporated the justification for Adwell as a mental wellness sanatorium.
The ladies of Adwell House formed a long line of hierarchy such as the House Mother, seconded by the House Sisters since blood lineage was almost impossible because men were forbidden to go inside, much more to kindle with women who were fertile. But over 66 years after Ms. Adwell had rested by her grave, modern women who studied keenly about intersectional feminism devised a process of taking in men who were victims of the destructive society. They had found out that a huge percentage of men died by suicide with no source of medical assistance by a licensed therapist, psychologist, or psychiatrist. By the year of 1979, they forewent with transforming Adwell House into a cohabitational institution, free of charge by those who were abandoned. Helpers, in addition, still remained all-women inhabited to give appraise to the weaved maternal instinct they naturally possessed.
One condition that had followed on throughout the end of eras was its discreet admission. To be a patient living in the house can only happen if a social worker has requested for your admission, a concerned parent has contacted for child support given that governmental organizations can no longer take them in, or you might have stumbled upon a cobbled road that leads to a house that seemingly time-traveled beyond centuries. Either way, Adwell House became the testament of wellness, building up branches all across the globe. Its main building is in the country of Grey Meridian, city of Aza.
As of this year 2020, Adwell House keeps its low profile with high-end facilities. The House offers a maximum of 12 patients per 4 years with the exclusion of returning patients and newcomers. For as much as it is needed, respective therapists of particular patients attend to them in separate private rooms. Each floor of each branching House is definitive for different utilities. More of which will be found out sooner than we think.
Adwell House’s vision is to aid those who live below help, establish a willing and safe community to voice out distress and anything considered harmful. They aim to create an atmosphere universally inclined with and for the people for as long as the House shall be lived. Its mission is to hold accountability with their patients as a medical service inside the sanatorium and provide the love and care differently each day depending on necessity. The internal and external stakeholders are guaranteed to uphold confidentiality, transparency, and communication.
As Ms. Eleanor Adwell once said, “The people are going, but where? Shall they leave quickly, hastily without a taste of remedy?“
Percy Jackson is so sleeping at last coded
LITERALLY LYRICS FROM TWO
“Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you with every single thing I have Like a tidal wave, I'll make a mess Or calm waters, if that serves you best I will love you without any strings attached”
LIKE TELL ME THAT ISNT PERCY
”Pitch black, pale blue These wild oceans shake what's left of me loose Just to hear me cry mercy The strong wind at my back So I'll lift up the only sail that I have This tired white flag (White flag)” - lyrics from Neptune
”You are so much more than your father's son You are so much more than what I've became Long before you were born there was light Hidden deep in these young, unfamiliar eyes A million choices, though little on their own Become the heirloom of the heaviness you've known” - lyrics from Heirloom
LIKE AAAAA THSE ARE SO PERCY AJDHJDHSJ
… also like I love sleeping at last am I rlly do, but I've only like to the Atlas albums… 😭 I need a listen to the rest but ajehdhdhdh I love the Atlas alumbs, theys're o pretty