when i was in high school, i fantasized about losing my virginity in a dusty room with sun streaked air while listening to fractal pattern. i remember writing a pseudo-poem about how it would feel, what it would look like and who it would be with.
what feels like years and years and centuries later, i have very much the same feeling running through my veins with beach house's new album. more specifically "silver soul". that song is just the right kind of sensual and moves me right back into a dusty room with sunlight pouring through a window. milk crates tossed on the floor that are supposed to be housing records. my fantasies and thoughts ruin my life in ways. i want someone who can somewhat understand my irrational love of music, which, more specifically would entail finding random songs "sultry" enough to want to have sex to them. this kind of stuff doesn't happen with a random person. it's been a long while since someone understood this particularly idiotic side of me and went along with it.
dear los campesinos!... it's not that romance is boring... we just haven't found people who do it right yet.
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