remembering the moments

i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later. 

Somewhere out there were multiple exy fans who watched Neil get a backliner off his ass by ducking at the last minute and forcing the kid to collide head first into plexiglass and went, “Him. He’s my favorite” 

the end of this month marks 2 years since exo dropped exodus. it’s been 2 years since they came back after Hell Era™ n delivered unto us what is arguably the greatest album of all time. it’s been 2 years since exo reinvented the music industry yet again n the decided to continuously one-up themselves with every single release after that. honestly. the iconography