the time has come to finally tackle cleaning out my closet— a gargantuan task that’s been put off for years. upon years. all the way back to the hoarding of middle school clothes & oddities I couldn’t quite bring myself to rid the pile of. the nostalgia’s worn off now though (at least I thought) and so I proceeding to part ways with ill-fitting garments that I had no attachment to (besides the slight reek of being 13) until I came across the perfume bottles. the smells were lovely—Bath and Body Works coconuts and fruity floral mixes that said “I am one of you, I promise” with their sweet girlish notes—besides the pungent sense of forgotten memory that transported me to those halls. would not recommend going back to your middle school years, but part of me is still attached fondly to the smells, nostalgia’s mind trick still hoarding them in a dimly lit corner until the caps come off.
