I figured since i just made a catagory called “Mac” in my entries I had to follow with a photo booth picture.
I’m photo booth guilty I suppose.
Me like a minute ago.
My name is Crystal and I'm currently 18 years old. I'm something of an aspiring photographer and thus take an unholy amount of photos. This is my place to overload with images and not feel guilty while doing it. Sit back, grab a snack and be prepared to feast your eyes on visual goodness... |
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 I figured since i just made a catagory called “Mac” in my entries I had to follow with a photo booth picture.
Me like a minute ago. 
I freaking love my Mac. PCs too!  I’ve never truly understood the saying “Birds of a feather flock together” until today. I got dropped off in this potential-friendship-wasteland of a school and haven’t really made any friends I can relate to until now. I made jokes in high school about finding the “rebels” in the tiny conservative college I was attending. Yet once I got there I got nervous. They were impossible to find if they existed at all. Until one day I got thrown in with them completely unprepared. We all share one common interest and because of it we all desire to get along so well and will probably succeed. We all share this so called “feather” it seems and it drew us together somehow. Today is Day 3:   + Bruce Davidson 
There’s no place like home. Thats what they say and I’m starting to believe it’s true. In ways I hate how things have changed after being gone for a few months. But at the same time it’s quite refreshing to be around constant memories. Places and people that made you happy and remind you of where you’re from. Reminders of all the good times that were had. I’m home again. Yet good things never last and I’m heading back to my new life in a couple hours. I find myself full of both dread and relief. |
