I like to buy them. Hold them. Lay on the floor and read them and look at the pictures while I’m listening to the album. I like to read the liner notes.
Doug was sexually assaulted by Mr. Dink & took drugs to cope.
You regularly dream about the days when you didn’t have to think about what to wear in the morning.
I’m not sure why I listened — I’m not sure why I didn’t roll my eyes the way I did when he corrected my pronunciation of Van Gogh or tempura — but I did.
We all want to be the sole catalysts of change. We want to make drastic changes that leave big, gaping holes in our wake. We don’t want those holes filled in.
But, it’s time as nineties kids to do what we do best: it’s time to remember the nineties. It’s time to remember Robin Williams.
She grew up — she had to grow up. Like everyone does. She discovered her own books, books I’d never read — books that hadn’t been written yet when I was a child. It’s what’s supposed to happen.
2. Your eyes are brighter than a Lisa Frank trapper keeper.
I’ve never been a smoker, but it reminds me of his fingers when they touched my face, the way my hair absorbed the ambient nicotine of Brooklyn rooftops and stayed with me for days. It’s a physical conduit to the things I no longer have, but it reminds me that they were real.
I have realized recently that it is not just seeing my sister come closer to the end of her teens that reminded me of those days, there are many other circumstances that make me wish I was a teenager again.