cause my heart stands for nothing

in a world gone crazy...

nobody's right if everybody's wrong

take my hand, take my whole life too

wink at the man then stab em in his back

truth doesn't make a noise

i dare you to let me be your one and only

i want to see the look on your face when you find out that love is a lie

i know you got a little life in you left

where'd you go little red lagoon?

you think not telling is the same as not lying, don't you?

...and i'll be getting out as soon as i can fly

everyone one of us escapes

you look so neat, everyday is your birthday

i snapped a photo with barbara - my idol.

i captured a humming bird - absolutely beautiful.

i ate a vegetable salad - delicious!

nope, you're not like me.

tu que creias, que como yo habia muchas?

tu creias...

denim jacket: aeropostale

corset: urban outfitters

skirt: forever 21

golpes que da la vida

I have a thing for cumbias. I drove to Austin the other day, and I spent a good portion of the way back listening to La Sonora Dinamita. I decided then that nothing would please me most then to dance my way into my 24th birthday - dancing to cumbias of course. Seriously. Now, it's just a matter of making that happen. Here's hoping. I always want what I can't have. Oh well, that's life - nomas son golpes que da la vida. What do you do? You enjoy it best you can.

top: urban outfitters
skirt and shoes: forever 21

ain't the only one havin' fun

Every now and then, you come across performances so good and so alive that they explain the evolutionary purpose of music, shows, and beer of course (apparently, more than just a beverage - a good way to pump up the crowd and subsequently get that 'just out of the shower' look. See photos above). Two nights ago was one of those nights. 

Turbo Fruits and Pujol both from Nashville came down to good ol' Laredo with good set-lists and evidently the determination to rock our pants off. In fact, I'm almost certain that had I inappropriately searched their pockets, I would have found a similar "to do" list in every single one with the same number one priority: "Show Laredo a Fucking Amazing Time." 

I'm pretty sure they've all scratched it off the list now. The night was perfection. Nope, wouldn't change a thing. It was the sort of night that assures you the cosmos had something to do with it. The cosmos were somehow responsible for making sure all the ingredients were in order for an awesome time. The music was good, the people had soul, and the dance moves were impeccable. What more could you ask for? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If you missed it, here's what you should be asking for - a recollection of the night: