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When I asked you for a chai latte, what I meant to say was:

"I was walking past. I saw you in the window. I only came in here because I had to know what your voice sounded like".

But instead of saying that, I just got really nervous and ordered the first thing on the menu. I don’t even know what the fuck chai is. Or latte for that matter.

When God made you, he cussed for the first time. He turned to an angel, gave him a high five and said “Goddamn, I’m good!”

You are that beautiful.

I’ve spent the last five days trying to figure out how I’m going to introduce myself to you properly and I think I finally figured it out. It’s gonna be something like “Hi.”

That’s all I’ve got so far.

But I think it’s a good start.

"To girl who works at Starbucks down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights Road (I swear to God, I’m not a stalker)" - Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

When a brush hits a canvas, that moment becomes a promise ring.

Each mark, a bended knee. Every color, a question that can only be answered with the word “Yes.”

Watching a painting come to life is like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly right in the palm of your hands.

Hearing the song live is the closest you can get to the unexplainable.

You hear the human in every note,
You hear the voice arm wrestle the silence,
You hear the fingers ask the instruments to dance and the floor sings along,
The roof puts its hands in the air,
And the walls, they become wallflowers that watch the whole thing unfold.

Exhale at your own risk.

Because watching an artist create can be breathtaking.

"Live" - Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)
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