Just the fact he exists makes me feel hopeful. This is the most unnatural feeling I’ve ever felt.
Whicker chairs in dim-lit corners,
fish tank separates real from escapism as they live on the other side
forced movements raise a side of her lips
smirking away the untouched and unknown dilemmas
that are jaded to all who pass.
Tossing back the end of a watered down drink like a dead dream
wine rings on scratched tables
marks of lovers past, something that will never be
wax dripping, adhereing to sides of a bottle
signs of waiting, excess.
Dia de los muertos is coming up, woooo!
(Source: bronteum)
There’s nothing more disgusting than a narrow-minded person. Grow a mind.
Bob brings lovers together; start talking about Bob and you’ll have me all night.
Bob Dylan
[the most delicious watermelon margarita with chili salt at my new favorite bar]
If last night was any indication of how my 21st year will be, it’s going to be one hell of a year. In a good, good way.
Mexican blanket covered with lovers and friends,
a summery salad and spread fighting off fall,
bats flying overhead.