Eating falafel & hummus and noticed the “a lot of love” in the ingredients. So cute. :3
(Source: harrisgasm, via heirofslytherin)
Daft Punk tattoo; July 5, 2011 done American Made Tattoo in Rosamond, CA by Aaron.
I saw my first music video of theirs in El Salvador (I was visiting because my aunt was getting married) which was “Aerodynamic”. There I was laying on the couch watching MTV Espanol in my grandma’s living room. The video started and I heard the bell chimes. After that, I was hooked like a crack addict. Later that year in September, Toonami gave the Midnight Run Special Edition and showed music videos of Cowboy Bebop, Gorillaz, and of course Daft Punk. I felt like I had found a missing piece to my soul when they played the first 4 videos of Interstella 5555. That following week I bought the album “Discovery”. My first experience with Daft Punk was in April of 2001 at 11 years old. Now, I’m 21 years old and they remain as the biggest impact in my life.
this is so cute.
what am i doing what am i doing what am i doing
maybe it was my fault, you know, getting into a relationship with someone i met in the hospital, with someone who’s been in prison and rehab, with someone who has a long and complicated history with drugs, with a side of his life that i can never touch, never really fathom nor understand.
maybe i was too optimistic, thinking that things have changed for him, that he’d never relapse. i never thought i’d have to be afraid of that. we only talked about this possibility once before and i told him that i wasn’t okay with the drugs and he said it wasn’t a problem. and yet this.
“i’m high and tripping” like it’s some kind of joke. like he’s just some kid having fun at a party, like he’s not someone with this extensive history with drugs, like he’s never been to rehab.
i’m angry and hurt and upset and i don’t even know if i have a right to be. i want to talk to him about this, but he’s high right now and i don’t want a fight.
i don’t know what to do or what to say.
belated GPOYW
the past few days have been an expensive whirlwind of amazingness and fun. we rented a room for 3 days (due to both of us currently living with our parents) with a jacuzzi and hell yeah we put that to good use.
monday and tuesday = breakfast food all freaking day to stretch out our stomachs.
wednesday = all day fast until our reservation at fogo de chao, which was meat after meat after delicious, delicious meat.
now my stomach is incredibly angry with me.
i love those moments in the morning
when i’m just starting to wake up and before my eyes can open, i feel his arm wrap around me and pull me against him. i love opening my eyes to see him smiling at me with heavy eyelids and leaning in for those sleepy good-morning kisses and the feeling of being held close.
i love when he tells me i can never be close enough and squeezes me and i bury my head into the crook of his neck and close my eyes and try to prolong the minutes i have with him that always extend to days at a time but feels like mere seconds disappearing rapidly, slipping from my grasp.
it overwhelms me sometimes and i feel that tingle down my spine and i take a deep breath and marvel at the fact that i can be so comfortable with him yet still get tingles.
also, i love when he makes me breakfast because everyone knows the key to a girl’s heart is bacon.
