shoolisnpals:
weedhitler:
Hey man, check out my band “Sand”.
We’re
post rock
I swear to every God
(Source: drugleaf, via mysunwolf)
"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."