this song is like drinking cold milkshakes and then drinks and engorging oneself with exotic fruits while smoking blants at the seaside at noon under palm trees in a long orange skirt and a straw hat with a monkey sitting on your arm and then swimming in the sea in your birthday suit with a beautiful but not too beautiful spanish-speaking boy without tattoos and with SUCH A LOT of beauty spots that his skin is completely dark brown because there’s SUCH A LOT of them but it’s really aesthetic and he has dimples so he’s naturally irresistible and his deep dark grey eyes are an additional cause of my madness for him and then we party and get high and fall asleep in the sand and wake up in the morning with lines on our bodies made by the sand and well this sequence of events is a classic example of perpetuum mobile so we drink cold milkshakes again et cetera and I don’t even care how the hell do we get mikshakes on the deserted seashore (this text was meant to be objective as indicated by the use of oneself at the beginning but I kind of empathized myself too much como siempre)

(Fuente: willnotfly)