skip to main |
skip to sidebar
sex.
once upon a time.
"my music is about to get real fucking dark. you'd never see my face because my hair would be in it"
--katy perry
luxurious indian house music from 1982. like lounging in an opium-fueled nightclub surrounded by satin pillows and strobe lights. only better.
the ingenious void of pop. quite possibly the most avant-garde artist to dominate the billboards.
i just called to say i love you.
this is how i'll always imagine willie shakes.
