quote memories

When I think of him,
I think of dark evenings around 8 p.m., of pathetic pop songs and late night Internet - stalking. Of the tears I cried when he had another girlfriend, I think about timid smiles and soft hello’s, about unexplainable, mixed signals and confusing information.
I think of the way he smiled at me, giddy, like a schoolboy, of the way he smelled and how no cloud of smoke could make him less attractive.
I think about the songs ‘Razorblades’ and ‘The Ghost of You and I’ from Story of the Year. I think about the arguments about him with my parents and friends.
I think of Sundays and eye contact during church services. I think about always having to worry about him and the time he was in jail.

And eventhough overall it aren’t happy feelings, I would give so much to have it all back

—  confessions
it smells like summer nights outside. you know like when you’re out camping and the sun goes down and all of you are soon attacked by mosquitoes…that’s what it smells like - good times with friends and easier days…
—  walking down memory lane, @celtic-poetry

Αλήθεια μου λείπει ο καιρός που γυρνούσα από το σχολείο, πετούσα την τσάντα και απλά έβλεπα “Γατόσκυλο”, “Φλορισιέντα” και “Ανυπότακτες Καρδιές”…