I'm holding on tight. Swimming backwards clinging to the best time there was. Where things are comfortable and make sense. Little things like particular hair brushes, and ponytails with ribbons, and a favorite brown cardigan, and babydoll dresses with tiny flowers on them, and Doc Marten boots. Mixtapes and people and zines and vintage coats with furry cuffs. These things matter. Even if they only help a little bit.
