
and I’m here freaking out because there’s barely any fruit left in my fridge and I’m fucking STARVING…
Anonymous: sometimes is better not to know... |
Sometimes it’s hard not to.

Whenever I like a photo of myself, it’s mostly because I don’t recognize anything of me in it.
This is one of those rare cases, and there’s just something enthralling about it.

A year, a photo.
From the day I became of age until the day I die, but always with my innocence present.