Nostalgia: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition.
I watched Midnight in Paris some years ago, I thought Owen Wilson’s character was crazy. Why would someone want to live in the past? But after last summer’s days full of Boy meets World, Full House, Friends Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and, queue the trumpets, Gilmore Girls, I wish I lived in the 90s. I want the baby colors, the landlines with telephone cords, the cube computers, the dark lipstick, and to just be able to smell the air back then. Maybe I shouldn’t be making my judgement of the 90s based on TV shows, but everything back then seemed so simply great. There is something about the past that is so enticing, maybe it’s how the weather always matched the season. Snowing in the winter. Flowery in the spring. Bright in the summer. Warm in the Fall. Or maybe it’s how the teenagers never felt the need to shop for 18 hours from Thanksgiving Day to the day after. Or how everyone hung out at coffee shops. Or how they drank coffee out of those blue and white plastic cups. Or how neighbors were friends. Or how friends called each other when they wanted to talk. Or how people were just nice.
The world just seemed like a better place 10 years ago than it did now. Seriously, on Black Friday 90% of my newsfeed on Facebook and Instagram were pictures of things people bought. It’s disgusting. People are gifting themselves on sales for no reason and bragging about it when people in the Philippines are living on trash mountains, or scavenging through debris for their family members.
Maybe, I’m just suffering a poor case of Weltschmerz, but this is what I think.
smell of pollution
children running around
Following back until I find a tumblr girlfriend ♡
white is a blank piece of paper
white feels new
white is laundry
white is my door
white carries my imagination
white are my omelettes
white is the center of the sun
white is simple