i remember the first time i saw a picture of my mother's bedroom when she was in college and it just stuck with me. she was so young and beautiful, with early evening light shining in through the curtains, a childhood toy by her side, the couch that we had in our living room when i was little, never thinking that its history preceded me. to me, nothing existed before me. but that couch did, and the toy did and she did. and she wasn't always my mother; that picture made me realize it for the first time. she used to be a med student, hung out with friends, listened to music on this very radio that now resides in my own room. it still works. such a weird yet simple thought, and it's because of that that i love old things so much. even new things that evoke old truths, like my instax camera - i like to think about how my daughter might find this picture of my room someday and get the same feeling. :)
it's the end of #polaroidweek and i have so many more photos to share, but they will have to wait another time. back to regular programming!
people fucking tell you they want the best for you or they want you to be happy and they completely do the opposite when they see something they don't like or don't want to see. it's complete bullshit, don't switch up on what you said just because you feel like it's not right