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text || OPEN

Anton: So I know I've already got a Skittles machine

Anton: and vacuums under my cabinets

Anton: but I want a pet deer. Your thoughts?

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@Zedd: Im drunk and I wanna say this...I havent even ever had sex and yet I wanna get laid so bad right now. #whoops #probablygonnadeletethis

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Ahhh, yes, nothing says “buy tickets to my outdoor show” like filming a video of someone throwing Skittles all over my body. I really need to learn how to get better in marketing myself. But uh...yeah! Zedd In The Park, anyone? Anybody going?

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I’m super stoked that my new song with Elley Duhe, Happy Now, has officially been released today and everyone seems to love it! I dont know if it’s gonna surpass The Middle anytime soon, but I for sure think it’s a song that is organic and nature and people can hopefully relate to. Have you listened to it? What do you think?? Be honest!

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I would like to give a formal apology to all of you. I went to the store today to pick up some groceries, and The Middle came on the radio. Now, there is always a sense of pride as an artist when you hear your shit, but like, when its basically everywhere I go, even I have to admit it gets annoying after awhile. The store, the DMV, even the fucking pharmacy...sorry guys. I made a bop that keeps on bopping. My bad? 

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text || sarah

Anton: Hey you! x

Anton: I bought a suit for our trip, would love a second opinion?

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anton & rami || apple turnover.

There was always something electric about the air in New York, and even as Anton steps off the plane, he can feel it running off his skin and right through his bones. Yeah, New York City was one of his favourite places to be. He is quick to step off the plane, stretch his limbs, and call the car over that would bring him to his hotel. 

While typically, his mind would be on the show and the set up proceeding it, he was actually more excited to meet up with his friend. Rami. Even as he sits in the back of the car, he’s scrolling through their text messages and finds himself rather surprised at how flirtacious the messages had gotten. Rather quickly, too, if he was okay to admit it. How did he feel about that? The reddening of his cheeks and the quickening of his pulse made him think, perhaps he likes it, but he’s not quick to make assumptions. He settles his phone back into the pocket of his jacket, refusing to think about it unitl he got to his room.

When he does, its all he can think about. He tosses his backpack onto the floor, stopping only to check his hair in the mirror, before throwing himself on the bed and dialing Rami’s number. The phone is pressed to his ear immediately, humming, waiting.

{ @rami-pastrami }

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text || rami-senpaaaaii

Anton [text]: Hot shot, you say? Hey man! Just texting you to let you know I went ahead and attached those tickets in my email. See you there?