I always get my best ideas when I'm about to sleep. Love is all, joy and pain. Its hard to let things go, but when you least expect it something grand and brand new is right in front of you. We breathe art, with glimpses of emotion. Every second is too short in life. The future is uncertain and the present constantly changes. There are things that I'll never understand, and I don’t think I will dare to try. I still question decisions I’ve made, but I always seem to remember why I make them. I miss my father, he would probably have many answers for me, and there’s not one day I don’t think about him. Hand clap beats and air guitar. Cigars before breakfast. Drunken karaoke. Maxing drinks and ironic thoughts. Weekends that last all week long. Loving my music blog even more than I'd like to admit. Opening presents as if we were still only children. Watching movies and listening to music at the same time. Guilty pleasures that secretly don’t make you feel guilty. Making pyramids out of cans. Being best friends with strangers. Drinking card games. Reading old diaries. Saying no but really saying YES. Collecting junk. We're getting younger by the minute, and none the wiser. Wishful thinking. The way things turn out, how the world works its 'magic'... its quite fascinating. How someone's junk is another person's treasure (and this applies to anything). Documenting every moment of our lives. Being politically and grammatically incorrect. Not making sense in anything I ever write, but enjoying it. Men who say "cat" instead of "dude" hold a certain fascination over me. Adjusting to change. New things. Loving like it’s the last day of our lives, laughing like it’s the last day of our lives. Terribly missing quite a few people. Learning life lessons by the minute. Never being alone. Traveling. Long conversations. Unconditionallity. Flickr favorites. Rediscovering (insert noun here). Music, music, music? Music! People who know me better than I know myself. Fool-for-romance. Over excitement. Concerts. Trolley rides. Surprises. Adventures with foreigners. Finding out I'm APPARENTLY too white to be a Mexican... whatever that means. Memories that will never fade away. Art junkies. 24-hour cinema. People who I haven't and probably will never meet, but still manage to swap me off my feet and inspire me to be even more fierce, if you can believe that. Being full of shit, with no harmful intentions. What are your pleasures? Talk to me, dance with me.
xo.
