we might have this thing. and that thing might be a self timer shot before we went out. we tried to make it a weekend ritual. most nights it worked. some well, let's say the camera was left in my bag for a reason.
we occasionally switch sides,
we look pretty.
to my princess peaches, i love you. more than words can explain.
i promise the recap of this semester is coming.
plus a sappy love note, just because.
it's not real life that its 12:42 am and my alarm is set for 6:30
or that our apartment resembles a jail cell and it echoes when we screech.
and it's even more not real life that in 12 hours I will be home. for summer. not with you two.
cry all day.