This photo is from a summer night in June/July of 2010.
I was sitting at the breakfast bar while Joey cooked.
Stripes. Bright red hair. His sunglasses. Genuine smile.
That summer was perfect. 3 bedroom house and a brand new car, all mine.
Friends here every night. Boy I liked driving here every other night. Ugh.
There are just so many good memories from that summer. Anie visiting. B and I hanging hard. A solid group of good guy friends always around. Movies. Waffle House. Talking. Walmart. Laughing. Beach at night, sunrise. Warped Tour. Mon Cafe. Boulevard. Reid jokes. Singing so loudly in the car. Weird nights. I couldn’t even try to cover what I’m trying to talk about. Then, on top of all of that, Joey. Facebook turning into iChat, into texting, into calling, into visiting, into staying.. Staying up all night and morning. Sleeping noon to dusk. Riding around in his old Honda, going to B&N. Cuddling. It was all so perfect.
I’m awake and alone at my grandma’s right now. (well, Joey’s here but sleeping) It’s just so crazy to think about all of this stuff. Looking around, remembering everything we did. Bittersweet nostalgia.
The soapy trampoline, living with my grandparents, honeysuckles, Boats and Birds, the snow smell, covering up the 666 stickers, going to the movies and buying another piece of my MAC collection every Friday night, getting rides from parents or risking it and ending up stranded, climbing the tallest trees in the park with my first best friend, seeing some of the best/most amazing feel good shows like Lydia or old Sequoyah Prep School or old Tegan and Sara, using a desktop, the waterway, pointlessly playing movie after movie, hair weave, the best AIM chats, the smell of MAC’s wipes, boring weekend nights and snack trips with my grandpa, doodling lyrics or sleeping all through school, effortlessly letting it all fall into place, playing in stormy weather, desperately walking to the mall, singing along at an acoustic show and hearing the crowd over the artists, watching zombie movies with my little brother, class of 2008, running through the corn field, butterflies in my tummy, snoozin’ with my all time bestie, eating at Mon Cafe almost every day, my high school group of friends, late night drives all alone just blaring Alkaline Trio and Brand New in my grandma’s borrowed car, so called napping, butthead, striped bedding, playing house or pretending to be on a cooking show, THE SEXYS, ridiculously long road trips, newspaper class, the adrenaline, overcrowded sleepovers at Gam’s, 501’s sunset, screaming out of the car at people, Asiana, sticking my feet under her seat, spring rolls, diving under a wave with my board, getting away with anything with all the kids of my drunken parents’ friends, knowing that you’re their entire world, the beach at night with important people, old Tegan and Sara, ice cream in a cup late at night, gooood niiiight beeest fraaaan, being so carefree, seeing and catching lightening bugs, Windows Mobile, celebrating holidays with blood/marriage family, watching late night television with my grandma, his smell, sitting on a beachfront balcony, those amazing singalongs, setting off fireworks with my dad, closing at Target, the big window living room view in the mountains, board games, Soulbifflz, hilarious nights with the best friends in my grandma’s borrowed house, our cook outs, those precious super sweet and long texts, my favorite person cooking for me every night, the skate park at 2am, that blue flip phone, looking out that bathroom window every morning, ice skating, wrestling in the back yard, when THAT song comes on and brings back a million memories, everything about living with my best friend.
I don’t know, there’s so much more and this is so scattered.
There’s really no point to this, it’s so scattered.
It’s all gone and most of it will never happen again.
It’s just that all of this has been on my mind so much lately.
(Source: ashliymarie)
