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Nostalgia

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nostalgia noun nos·tal·gia nä-ˈstal-jə nə-, also nȯ-, nō-; nə-ˈstäl- 1: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition also : something that evokes nostalgia

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Who remember this dress? (sh.itjust.works)
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The Dress.

What is the color of this dress?

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[–] [email protected] 3 points 4 months ago

i envy the perspective of a white/gold person.

i had this ex, one time she was driving and we were stopped at a light. she asks me “did you see that car?” and i hadn’t, so i said as much. she continued “there was no one driving it.”

now the way my brain works is, even though i didn’t even see the car, i know there had to be a driver. she died on the hill that there couldn’t have been a driver because she didn’t see one.

coincidentally a few years later she was also a white/gold person.