i love pictures. i love looking at pictures, editing pictures, creating my own pictures… just pictures in general. i’m one of those people who reads yearbooks all the way through just because i love the pictures so much. i love the fact that you can keep a piece of a moment in a rush of chemicals/pixels. it just amazes me every time.

even the pictures that remind me of things that are painful. sometimes those pictures i like even more than others because they actually elicit feeling from me. most pictures are just there. they don’t bring out memories, they don’t give you that jolt that makes you think “oh wow, this is what its like to have memories”.

i love the way pictures make me feel and i love the way i can re-experience things even more lucidly than i normally can when there are pictures.

it may seem self-destructive, it may not make sense. but i like the bittersweetness of all of it. it reminds me not to make the same mistakes. it may take me longer to get over things because i keep reminders everywhere… but i am learning to admit that it was all once a part of my life and that i am a different person now.