Mixtape 13
I’m (maybe unfortunately) nostalgic about a lot of things. The end of summer is prime for feeling that way. There’s that blanket sunset light that makes everything orange and dream-like. There’s the heat that you savor because you know it’s about to go away. It’s the last day before school. It’s the last day of vacation. It’s Sunday night. It’s bitter sweet. Sure, it’s August now, but before you know it, leaves are gonna be strewn across the ground like training bras at a Justin Bieber concert.
Nostalgia is the reason we take pictures and write in journals. It’s why we can gather around a table and talk for hours into the night. If it’s anything, it’s a love for life lived.
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