it’s an early morning in the early summer.
you slept with your windows open and fell asleep to the sound of crickets, you woke up to birds chirping and a lawn mower going. it smells like freshly cut grass. you wake up to start your day and you’re happy because it’s sunny
another core memory: begging and pleading my mother to purchase the $60 jeans I HAD to have from 1318 until she gave in because the more rhinestones on the ass, the cooler, right?
something about walking into Hollister in hs, taking over the aux & putting on Everything’s Magic or Nine in the Afternoon with the second-hand scent of whatever the hell they sprayed in there, and spending 30 minutes searching for the *perfect* shirt & lip gloss.. nostalgia, man