i’ll admit this is a bit unprecedented. two posts in one day.
but i read kcatherine’s letter. and i wrote her one of my own. she knows that i’m in love with her, and i know that she needs to find out if she feels the same, but we both know that the time for that isn’t now, and so it is as it has to be. for now.
and so, with that as my only discernible provocation, i started rummaging through some of the old photographs my family has hidden in a drawer. and shortly after… well.
and i just needed to say that it’s funny, but some of the photos i found from my mother’s youth in this place are better representations of that than my own. and that, i’m grateful i’ve taken so many pictures in my life, because when i die, some of the most important unimportant details will be documented.