Let me just start by saying that I can't believe that this girl is a senior any more than I can process that I have six weeks of junior year left.
It's as if the road before us, that we've watched long and unchanging for so many years, is finally reaching a fork with five or six paths, and we're sitting here pondering which one to take.
The sunlight proved a worthy enemy on the day that we went out; all of our good cloud coverage left so we had to get creative.
refuse to be average and let your heart soar as it will.
ps: i need photoshop badly