why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”
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