livin' for the weekend, debauchery, screaming Rickenbackers, junkie poets, wierd movies, moving to Portland, romantic figures, power fucking pop, tight pants, mischief, grafitti, cafes and diners, dandyism, cigarettes, vintage clothes, existentialism, wanting tattoos, Autumn walks with the ol' headphones, philosophy, being Spanish, Frenchy stuff, words with three or more syllables, procrastinating, summer, and slightly self-destructive behavior.
The Sonics, The Cramps, The Beatles, The Exploding Hearts, The Brian Jonestown Massacre, "Lie: The Love & Terror Cult", Turquoise, The Remains, "Piper At The Gates of Dawn", The Jesus And Mary Chain, The Pretty Things, The Zombies, The Velvet Underground. And always The Smiths. YouthBitch fo lyfe.
Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, Breathless, Mean Streets, Casablanca, Masculin Feminin, Trainspotting, Harold And Maude, the Magical Mystery Tour movie, The Harder They Come, Unmade Beds, Pale Flower, DiG!, Taxi Driver, Blowup, and every movie directed by Jim Jarmusch.
Mission Hill.
The Stranger, Nausea, Fight Club, The King's Fifth, Gates Of Fire, The Metamorphosis, No Exit, Me Talk Pretty One Day, Nine Stories, Franny And Zooey, Homage To Catalonia, Please Kill Me, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Cloud of Sparrows, Not Harry Potter.
and of course Andy Warhol, but his stuff is all over preppy girls' tote bags and Hot Topic these days.