I still fantasize about some people… thinking of how blissful it would have been if we would have just remained strangers.

Nostalgia is your brain's way of photoshopping the blemishes of your past.

Nostalgia is your brain's way of photoshopping the blemishes of your past

Nostalgia... the blessing of a merciful memory.

Everyone who ever bet against you was wrong. There is an empowered kind of nostalgia that comes when you think of all the people who tried to block your path... and here you are... not only surviving, but THRIVING... while helping others... with your baddasss unapologetic self.

I guess I’m just not from this time… My parents didn’t call or text me, they yelled my name. My friends and I spoke in person and played outside. There were countless amazing moments with no pictures (evidence)or public announcements. We just lived our lives…If something was great, we enjoyed it… If something was broken, we tried to fix it. Then we went home… and if I didn’t eat what my mom cooked, I didn’t eat.