It’s a hot night in June, and you’re driving down an empty highway about ten mph too fast. Or a July night in a crowded venue and you’re dancing so much you can’t tell if the sweat belongs to you or your neighbor. You yell like hell to the heavens.
Reminds you of: cold beer | hot lights | my sweet, romantic teenage nights
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melophobe — It’s a hot night in June, and you’re driving down an empty highway about ten mph too fast. Or a July night in a crowded venue and you’re dancing so much you can’t... more info