It was the kind of song that made the mundane feel like a montage.
(a rainy city, a dusty high school hallway) Mateo Messina - Up The Spout (Juno Soundtrack)
The rusty gate he passed didn’t just creak; it swung in time. The neighbor’s golden retriever didn’t just bark; it provided the percussion. It was the kind of song that made
(a nervous teenager, a nostalgic parent) a nostalgic parent)