twinge in your heart

“In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.” 

— Don Draper, “The Wheel”

  

2013 marks ten years since I graduated from secondary school.

I know, right?

One particularly sweltering day in June, we went back en masse to our alma mater where we sang, we danced, we ate and we bawled. Alright so we didn't cry. Outwardly. Nevertheless, for that afternoon, we were all 16 again. We ate familiar food (that is still so achingly comforting), we danced (the same routines we did day in day out for 10 years and muscle memory doesn't just forget that, no siree), we were chided by the same student leaders ("okayyyy we'll put the bowls awaaaayyy") and we were blissfully accompanied by the people we grew up with and for a lot of us, continue to grow up with.  We were reminded of some of the very best years of our lives, spent with the very best people, in the very, very best school. 

I maintain that a good reason I'm perpetually nostalgic is that I'm still constantly surrounded by the same people I grew up with. So basically, I hate these people. I really do. ╥﹏╥ 

3G 02'/ 4G 03' - WE REPPED YOU, YOU HOOLIGANS.

xoxo

Of course, the experience awakened the sleeping napping beast of nostalgia in all of us. So, throwback time! Hidden in the depths of many of these incredibly embarrassing photos is an abundance of love, memories and rooted friendship that has lasted till this day. I'm looking forward to a lifetime of perpetually reminiscing about our good, old, days.

with or without our pinafores, we're for life ♡