D-H-L πŸ–€

If ever a segment of therapeutic lyrics could ring any truer…

Press play and soak these few moments in.

A new week has begun, a blank canvas awaiting it’s infinite potential…

Dream..

Hustle silently..

Love loudly..

Because no matter what time the clocks in your house read, it’s always Nine in the Afternoon. πŸ–€

Pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read
It looks like the end of history as we know
It’s just the end of the world

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love, you could, you can
Into a place, where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon…” -P!ATD

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