Photographs

I've recently realised that my friends have a disproportionate amount of photos of me, and stories involving me that I don't even remember. Like Sarah's sock thief story. I don't remember being there for that, but my dad did randomly show up to the rescue. Like my dad does all the frigging time, I'm not even kidding.

Doodling around on facebook, I changed my profile picture to this:

That our friend drew in her mini-comic, ZombiePocalypse. I don't own a black cat, is what makes this funny, but....it's really waht I look like. XD and everyone else is naked.

After that, I flicked through the "photos of you" album and realised there are more pictures of me owned by other people than ones I have on my profile myself. Heather has no less than ELEVENTY BILLION pictures of me from when we went to school.

This is the old gang - Jake, Jess, Edward, Heather and Me. I had such short hair then.

As well as that, I have taken a few photos myself without anyone realising it was me...they found themselves uploaded.

Sometimes, these photos make me think about how good I had it back then, when we all thought we had it tough. How we've learned.

I don't remember this at all.

Photos can make you laugh...

Make you smile...

So young!

Make you miss those can't always be around...

They can make you warm...

Small...

Part of a family...

Or all on your own.

They bring back what's happened...

What is....

And what's still in store.

And although they're not always taken when we're looking...

And when they are, don't always turn out the best...

You always know they'll take you home...

No matter how far you stray...even if you run away to the circus.

All of these were photos of my friends and family. I love you all so much.

In loving memory of Lola. We miss you.