So a guy from the local paper stopped me at graduation while I was photographing some of my friends, and asked me to retake the picture so he could photograph me taking it, and it somehow ended up on their website.
Great way to capture the ending of Senior year, right? Well, until you see the photo I was actually taking
why does this not have an infinite amount of notes
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Well this was just beautiful