| Ryan: | Are you watching Captain America? |
| Mostapha: | NO WE'RE WATCHING CAPTAIN MEXICO. |
Ignore responsibilities and listen to The Mint Chicks. Okay.
❝
You’re a priceless painting. You’re like a rare video game with only one copy. You’re so special to me, don’t you understand?
- Gabriel ❤
We ravenously embraced as the seductive waters enveloped our bare and vulnerable skin.
When you go, you’re still with me though, I breathe your scent and feel your skin at my wistful fingertips which miss your waves of unruly hair. Of course it frightens me to admit that I had this urgent and pressing desire which induced such a hallucination… And yet when I look into your eyes, golden brown with hints of green in the light, I feel comforted by the ironic promise you leave me with when we part at the end of the day. “I won’t leave you.”
❝
Dubstep is like a flying saucer that can’t decide where to land and that goes like ‘wahhhhhhh wahhhhhhh wahhhhhhh wahhhhhhh” or “wah wah wah wah wob wob wobwobwobwob’.
- 父
You see… this is a collective impulsive inspiration.
I suppose that I won’t go about commenting on EVERY single thing I post on Tumblr as I proposed yesterday. Now I see that all these accumulated posts HAVE indeed inspired and molded me in some way or that I have deemed them worthy of becoming a sort of “part” of me. Or they somehow appeal to my personal taste and style or aesthetic. But this is my blog and I shall do as I please. So maybe I won’t make witty/thought-demanding remarks upon each and every thing I post, but I know that somewhere in the recesses of my mind that what I post is… meaningful… Or maybe that it matters.
