I remember coming across my grandmothers wedding photos once when I was a wee kid. And it’s never stopped intriguing me. It’s like they lived separate lives. I’ve only known them since I was born and it makes me curious to know who they were as individuals before me. I stay in the storeroom of my house now, so once every few months I look through all the albums stored here… photos of my parents when they were my age, when they started dating, schooling and having fun. It’s such a bittersweet feeling.
nothing better than spending a friday night going through your memories-box and crying looking at old photos, birthday cards, movie tickets, letters and old diaries… sentimentality can be cathartic
Walked into a coffee shop. Heard a song I loved. Pulled out Shazam. Song ends before I can Shazam it. I don’t think there’s any feeling worse then this
where tf did this wave of matcha hate come from. I’ve drank the stuff since I was a kid, but all of a sudden, I’m being called a basic bitch for drinking it???
If you bring numbers into a music related argument, I’m convinced you don’t actually like music. how should numbers=greatness? Mf dance monkey went 19x platinum, but we still look at numbers as something to celebrate ?
