I always get these little waves of nostalgia, and for times and for places, and for missing things, and then I realize that I miss everything. Always. All the time. A perpetual state of missing things that didn’t seem all that important at the time. Or maybe they did and I can’t remember it now, but I miss everything.
had this feeling a lot this weekend.
+reblogged from caitianne
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