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w55l:

This song is unspoiled, untouched, never weaved through any attachment, never spoken for, except for the way it goes right through me when listening to it. It has no one memory to define but holds all of the heaviest ones, tossing them back when I’ve forgotten all that’s somehow worth remembering. 

Explosions in the Sky - Your Hand In Mine


I have butterflies.  Its an Explosions kind of night.  One of the best bands I’ve ever heard and they never need words to convey their emotion.  I wish we could all use the ideology.

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hahahahaha so true.

hahahahaha so true.

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bedroom eyes (by Rhys Albrecht)

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