Flux Capacitor

(in regards to the puppy in a blanket) “Haha that bitch is cute lol” -rodrigo

“The candy bra is only $10 under Health and Personal Care on Amazon.com” -Rodrigo

“You’re a night rider. Or wait… What would they call it? A tree rider. Ya know because of the bark…. It’s brown.” -Rodrigo

Here’s to the feeling of contentment, and to the happy pit in my stomach.
To being in the right place at the right time
To screaming “thank god for the friends that I’ve made” and meaning it
To the flush in my cheeks when he picks me out of the crowd and sings to me with a smile on his face
To the warmth of his arms around me
To belonging
To loving each silly bit of music
To the passion they have towards it
To them
Each one of them molding me into who I am today.
Each one of them being special to me in an entirely unique way
To the chills that run down my spine after each show
To the urge to ramble. On and on about how it is and how they are and how I want to be there for them all
To feeling special
To feeling like I’m wanted amongst them
Feeling significant
To mattering
To the laughs
To the accents
To america
To being shit scared of every mosh pit
To each time I stole that orange hat
To each time I visited that taco mayo
To each time I failed at speaking Mexican spanish and to each new girl i heard about
To feeling stupid about caring so much
But not giving a fuck anyways
Here’s to each Gary England, L-dub, and nebula far far away
Whether they realize it or not, I cherish the time I’ve had with them.