mccoyquialisms:

glory, glory, glory: a mix for the heavens on high (listen)

_{“I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. The aria they performed was a song to break the heart, full of tragic dissonance and deferred hope, and yet somewhere beneath it all was a piercing refrain of glory, glory, glory.” - R.J. Anderson, Ultraviolet}

(via aleksandermorozovas)