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weedhitler:

Hey man, check out my band “Sand”.

We’re

post rock

I swear to every God

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"When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don’t know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already."
- Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road. (via simplekindofbeauty)

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