in 8th grade my friend megan and i would walk around in the suburbs for miles to each others houses and parks and 7/11 and we’d play these songs at full volume on our iphones. we couldn’t drive but we could pick flowers from peoples gardens and go to the park at night…we stayed within our little neighborhood in our small town but felt so free
today i listened to northern downpour by panic at the disco for the first time in years and i started crying at school! i never thought it would be like this again…that beautiful ass song brings me right back to who i am at my core. nostalgia usually gives me the ick but rn it’s sweet to hold on to. like my whole life is changing so fast but some things will always feel the same
