some unedited photos my friend took of me when i was 18 (summer 2012).
i look so young, almost like a child here. it’s weird thinking that only 2years have passed. also there’s a slight kind general tiredness and bluriness over these photographs that i really like, even these unedited ones. they seem very reflective of how i generally felt when i was 18.
C.S. Lewis, the first line of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and still the best start to a story/introduction for a character I have ever read. (via airstream-pioneer
❝ There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.