I’m going to spend all of my film just trying to capture every one of her details.
It used to surprise me just how in love I was with her smile, with every detail of her. But over time, it just became so second nature for me to just look at her and realize just how blessed I am. To cease asking myself WHY I was gifted with her, and to just be content trying to deserve such a girl.
Saw this in a store today. Owner muttered something in broken English that it’s not for sale so I should keep dreaming. Sidenote: French people hate me. Main note: I— really wanted that camera.
I love when she can’t stop laughing.
Found this in the letter my dad sent through Thalia. It was all folded but still. Dad must’ve dropped it in last minute. Why he thought I needed a picture of myself as a kid is beyond me…