I wish people would stop wearing their espadrille shoes now that it’s the rainy season. It ruins the poor things.
“He is a dangerous flamenco shadowdancer and a tiny boy playing music in the gutter. His soul sounds like my drums and looks like doves. He is fireworks. He is the black haired angel playing his bass on the top of the tree, on the top of the cake. I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.” —Francesca Lia Block’s Cherokee Bat and the Goat Guys
Gurang indicator: your friends start spawning children on purpose