- cleaning your room and finding old souvenirs from places you’ve been, notes left in blazer and cardigan pockets - religiously drinking out of only the swirly straw cup you bought from the national space museum all those years ago - looking at old polaroids, trying to commit every blurry inch of the pictures to memory - reading old notes you passed in class back from when you loved him - reading your old text messages with him, laughing, crying and cringing, til tears patter onto your screen - thinking of better days, back then with them (and you) i felt inspired again today, i was cleaning out my room and found lots of old notes and pictures and spent an hour looking at them and thinking til i cried, kind of wishing i was the same naive 13 year old. looking back at my intro at the start of this page makes me happy and sad, even if i haven’t been the most active or followed user, i remember every single post i’ve written and what i thought when writing them, all the emotions. it’s weird and miserable and magical (get that 22 reference ;) yes taysway) until next time with all the love a person can possibly muster, Amimi