Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
—Stephen King (via benderandfry)
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Hugo wrote the best part of the last song on the record, Grew Up At Midnight. He brought bits and pieces to that and I think it’s the best lyrics on the record, it’s beautiful.
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nathaaaaann u lil cheekeh bugga
He’s my favourite ‘cause he’s what I sound like.
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Got this on repeat right now. Too good.
Stealing Sheep; ‘Shut Eye’.
With all this recent sunny weather, I felt it appropriate to get some summery musical infusions on here…
this orient - Foals
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