prickly thorn, but sweetly worn

empty lot on withers st., can you find me?

battles - rainbow


there's been a lot of inter-murmurs about the new deerhunter blog. all sensationals aside, though, i think the real gem of the blog is this rundown of all of the lyrics and backstories from cryptograms and fluorescent grey. and for really reals, the record is definitely one of my favorites this year.

deerhunter - hazel st.


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