whatever will be. will be.



I'm not sure what I'm doing with this just yet, but nice to meet you.



Monday, April 20, 2015

7:41pm

Today the air smelled of nostalgia. The best kind. The kind where the flowers and plants are in full force bloom- they smell of dryer sheets. They smell like when I was little and the laundry is done and mom puts it in a big pile on her bed and I jump in. It smells of warmth and salty tears of happiness.
The sun does that sort of thing. It makes you remember and makes you happy.