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my nostalgia for circa 2010 club music is hysterical to me. i was not at “the club” in two thousand and ten, i was at home on the family computer singing along to “like a G6” as if i wasn’t in the G6th fucking grade
film photographs of people holding glassware with the flash on in the 80s and 90s captivate me... it’s about the hands it’s about the glow.