i miss the 90s, when i hadn’t yet realized that lemonade is not a health food
Tag Archives: nostalgia
HNET
somehow i got on the hanson mailing list. seventh grade me would be omg sooooo excited.
ever wonder what happened to all those music festivals you almost went to that one time?
twenty canceled music festivals: a guide to the dearly departed
duran duran
3 out of 5 times that someone says they’re hungry my brain adds “like the wolf?”
fathers day
a weekend with katie
dinner and tea at peacefood before a CTY reunion at the parlour. taking three trains to get home. eating leftovers and curling up in bed.
lil dicky videos in our pjs. getting dressed is hard, layers are important. walking to williamsburg to find that ella is closed, but station has good brunch. mimosas make me sleepy. running through penn station to catch the train to princeton. getting picked up at the junction by mom and dad, like we’ve been doing for 15 years. grading papers at the battlefield. making a seasonal dinner from whole earth center bounty: red leaf lettuce with goat cheese, multicolored grape tomatoes, toasted pumpkin seeds and a sunflower oil and cider vinegar dressing; roasted cauliflower with sauteed baby bellas, roasted yellow squash and semi-caramelized onions; and for dessert, pear halves hollowed, with a square of almond chocolate in the cup, filled with almond butter, roasted and topped with toasted pumpkin seeds. sitting at the kitchen table grading papers after dinner, drinking jasmine tulsi tea. poring over the almost 20 years of CTY memorabilia that lives in my childhood bedroom. falling asleep watching friends.
making two kind of pancakes for breakfast, a sweet and a savory. napping in the car with my and katie’s heads stacked on top of each other.
social media
i am grateful that for the majority of the dumbass things i’ve done in my life people couldn’t take pictures or videos with their cell phones and share them with the world
jump, jump
RIP mac daddy
sentimental
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
— azar nafisi