From Bon Iver, by Bon Iver

The soul in a refraction of icicles. A moment hanging like breath on air. And yet life – even still life – is not still. The story is not a story if it does not unravel. Your eyes you may cast backward, but the heart is locked in the chest and must beat forever forward.




I can't help but read this so often. It's too beautiful.

Bon Iver pretty please

Please come.