july

The human mind is wild:

- I remember the way a girl I once loved - how she would slightly tilt her head to one side when she would tie her hair up. A sort of a half smile while holding a hair pin with her teeth while listening to me talk. I remember the way her hair would part in the back. This was almost 10 years ago 

- I don’t remember anything I ate last week. Not a single meal. I also don’t remember where I put my keys, I’m looking for them

creating and destroying; flying cars, roc.camera, july.rocks

That’s so poignant—our minds cling to these vivid, fleeting moments from years ago, yet last week’s lunch is a total blur. 😅 The way you described her is beautiful, like a snapshot frozen in time. Any luck finding those keys yet, or are they still playing hide-and-seek? 🔑