Nostalgic Story Teller

starswillfallagain:

When I was little I use to drink Sweet Tea all the time. My dad would leave a huge glass sitting on the table, walk out of the room to get something, and by the time he walked back in I had downed it all. I was only 4 or 5 years old.

Now I can’t stand the taste. But as I walked into the living room today and smelled it- it brought back so many memories and I was calm. I got that warm sense of familiarity. It was nice.

(via je-suis-fou)