growing up I wanted a nice Canon camera at age 13, but they were way too expensive. for my 14th birthday I got a FUJIFILM instax mini, oh my gosh what an incredible gift. I have a Converse shoe box of all the pictures I took using that in one of my memory bins still. at age 23 I went to a thrift store and was about to buy a hot pink digicam when my mom said she had one at home. well she never found it unfortunately. so now I have no camera other than my iPhone 13 pro max. which is ridiculously heavy btw. it’s like a brick. but at least it has 3 lenses. I took photography class in high school where I learned about the rule of thirds and aperture and how to develop film in a dark room listening to Childish Gambino on my wired headphones and keeping a healthy yet magnetizing distance between me and my crush. close proximity there in that red light. here are some photos I’ve taken that I like. they all mean something to me, but like clearly everything does. 333. I’m not even an angel number woman but there are just so many 3’s and C’s here what could that mean?

(i still need to look and find pictures that I like to put down below these are currently still just auto-generated stock photos for now oh well)