self timer, whaa?

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,
strike poses 
but always
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.