I'm getting all nostalgic looking at my photo albums.
Left to right:
a failed selfy I tried to take of all the glittery stars I put around my eyes for Junior year Prom,
another failed selfy my friend took on my camera from the big breakfast we all had the morning after Prom,
eating Chipotle while waiting in line to get a good spot for Ben Howard at the El Rey,
suffering in the heat while waiting in line for Arctic Monkeys at the Staples Center,
cheering at a football game this year
friends at the lion exhibit at the Santa Barbara Zoo
more photos from our trip to the Santa Barbara Zoo
I once read a quote (probably on tumblr) that went something like this: "I take photos to remember moments, but I end up just feeling sad that those moments don't exist anymore when I look at them."