The always messy office with the little train game Rachel loved, the curtain to your kitchen that was almost never closed, the squeaky noise the spinning chairs would make, the rack of pots above your island, our love for halla bread with cheese(and burning plastic to it), fighting over chairs, the endless supply of food, making food for the boys, huge bowls of cookie dough every night, sneeking out the mud room door with the beep beep beep that we lived for and can almost hear now, running up and down the steps careful not to wake up linda, how the bird cage with a mirror that used to be by the guest bathroom always confused us, the bathroom that locks you in, falling asleep in Zach's bed, snooping in his room, the little names scribbled into the wall marking your childhoods in that house, playing rock band in Alex's room and hiding cookie dough and people in his closet, playing pranks on our older "brothers", video chatting with random gingers who are in major denial, watching scary movie 2 in your moms enormous bed, our disappointment that we never used her bathtub, using another one of her bathroom appliances, when marcus realized you were really moving standing in front of his closet with Stacy, the long bench in the upstairs hallway that Marcus slept on, the huge picture of you as a baby in front of the dark stairs, the sound of them running up and down but suddenly having to be quiet remembering Stacy, the creek of closing your great rooms doors, screaming at the top of our lungs to get everyone to be quiet at follies practice, sliding on our bellies in the slippery pillows, crashing their in our spots after pulling an all nighter, watching Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, always trying to figure out the stereo and all the cords, playing hide the present in there, the enormous amount of toys behind the couch, banging on the windows unsuccessfully trying to scare your Alex and the girls when they were watching a scary movie, the music room and piano lessons, the ping pong table, Alex's birthday party, Shabot dinner and always being stuffed by your mom who just kept passing you food, cleaning the table off and instead of clearing the plate just giving it to linda, our last big meal in the little nook of your kitchen with grahm, zach, and pat because everyone had already gone off to college and when i realized it was ending, the hallway behind your room with all the picture of your family i loved to look at, tripping up the two stares fully developing Liz, the slight downward tip to the left side of that hallway if your facing the window, the old door knob everyone had trouble with, the time where my back pack got mud on your carpet going down the step, the little thing just for all your hair things, your huge bureu, with the picture of your mom on top, the big green leaf carpet on top of your pink one, in front of your bed where we always laid out the foam matresses, the pink princes pillow<3, how i never ever slept in your bed and how fucking ben ley has, the green chair with he ripping M pillow we always fought over, writing over and over on your table with sharpies and white out, stealing your baby lotion off that table, the circular table the the mirror top that used to be where your computer was, how the curtain was always ripping off, the shelfs with random books and picture of you, your stickers(Woodward) and collage over your bed with the thunder thigh things that always fascinated me, the shells before your bathroom with a huge supply of new earings, your huge shells of shoes you never wore, your shower you never ever used, how you had to hold down the flusher cause it took so long, the little silver tray on the back of your toilet, and your array of everything you could possibly need in a bathroom, the doll that scared me everytime i saw it, your bullitien board holding memory after memory, your walls scattered with signed, written on, posters of people you hated you loved, the backyard that consists of 99% pee because it was rare for us to ever use a toilet, your playset, when i spun on the tire so much i felt sick, the things hanging off the trees, running aound that fenced garden playing manhunt, your porch, the pool, pantsing each other on the zipline, putting the mat under it and sitting out there for hours cuddled in blankets, our routine walk every single fucking night down the back street to ding dong ditch the llama. There are so, so,so,so,so many more i cant even get out right now. Yesterday i wanted to be happy, im an idiot. These are the times that made my life. Remembering these are why i live. I want them back too much to explain. I havent been down your portion of buena vista in almost half a year to see what those fucking people did to it. But your right molli, that house is yours. It will always be. And nobody can ever fucking take away our memories there cause their ours and they are we have left of it. I want to relive this again. I have to relive this all again. And we will because we cant give it up, we cant live with that emptiness. We'll have the house back eventually,together, i promise.
2087
kianamaiart
germansingergirl
jacobvanloon
janainaart
areudirty
turnnoffyourmind
snowghoul
