marlene reminds me of--
...the smell of coca cola.
...big red stop signs.
...graffiti plastering the walls.
...abandoned cars covered in dirt.
...back alley shortcuts.
...the feeling of finally letting go.
...holding grudges that stopped mattering years ago.
...gas stations at midnight.
...the taste of an argument on your tongue.
...going from hot chocolate to mocha as you get older.
...string lights that flicker every other night.
...denim on denim.
...leather on leather.
...the clinking of metal.
...the familiarity of motorcycle smoke.
...funky sunglasses in all shapes and sizes.
...putting your everything into anything.
...city air.
...subways filled to the brim with people.
...neverending ikeas.
...hating the colour pink and never realising why.
...the thrill.
peter reminds me of--
...sleepovers lasting until the early morning.
...messy, kiddy handwriting.
...catching your bus at the last second.
...hopping fences and being chased by dogs.
...babysitting random kids as a side gig.
...the smell of lakes, not oceans.
...being your little cousins favourite family member.
...bitter chocolates.
...new years resolutions.
...local candy shops.
...corduroy and cotton.
...being stuck in traffic jams.
...24/7 convenience stores.
...handsewing clothes that fall apart.
...the letter c.
...throwing all of your thoughts into dozens of journals.
...pens constantly running out of ink.
...spelling mistakes on every homework assignment.
...the fresh smell of the earth.
...one-way windows.
...hating the sound of doors slamming and never realising why.
...the hesitation.
marlene and peter remind me of--
...used bandages.
...sticky, sweet honey.
...borrowing towels.
...soap that gets underneath your nails.
...peeled off fruit stickers.
...train surfing.
...eating expired food and complaining when your stomach hurts.
...movie tickets with their holes punched out.
...locked doors.
...keeping your shirt on at the pool.
...uneven lines.
...the weird need to fit in and stand out at the same time.
...thriller movies.
...horrifically cold bathroom tiles.
...awkward people in awkward situations.
...cleaning your glasses with the ends of your shirt.
...embarrassing memories that won't go away.
...having favourite everythings.
...indeciveness.
...hating all the core subjects but loving your electives.
...sweet&sour sauces.
...waiting until your friends realise they can do better than you.
...being described as "artsy" throughout your childhood.
...fraying edges.
...being simplified to your barest bones.
...lemons and limes.
...knowing exactly why they hated you.
...the sick feeling of constantly being misunderstood.
...immediate regrets.
...letting the feeling eat you, just for a moment.
☆ "not reaching my full potential so the people around me dont realise that i didnt have any potential at all." <<<<<<<<pete n marls
