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I have to apologise for the terrible photo quality today – somehow the idea was harder to shoot than I thought it would be. Nevertheless… Voila! A Photo!

There are twenty-eight minutes left before I turn 22, and I still feel like I’m about twelve. I still have a giant teddy, and all the insecurities and tears and terrors that seem to go with it. I still love it when I braid my wet hair and brush it out to crinkle-cut frizz.

I still love taking photos of myself, too.