I could sit here for the next 7 hours typing out my past few days. Im sure I could even spend that time writing about the past few hours if I tried. But I found myself looking through a few old pictures, and by that I mean the ones from a few days ago, and I realized that you can live my life through the terrible pictures I take with my phone every day. I really do mean that. Watch.
I took a picture of my baby sister sleeping, something I’m sure she’ll hit me for when I show her when she’s 16.
I took a picture of the clouds that were below me. I took a picture of the pile of tissues that laid beside my bed when I was sick for 5 days straight, in bed and unable to make the tissues to the garbage.
I took a picture of my friend sleeping on the plane just in case he decides to blackmail me.
I took a picture of the radioactive boxes of medicine being put onto the plane just because of the cool logo.
I took a picture (or tried) of the signs that said “Do not leave the Edward Jones Dome for there is inclement weather outside” But really the sign did not speak with such diction at all. I mean, it was a sign… So how could it speak?
I took a picture of the intricate 4 pieced paper airplane that we made out of sheer boredom.
And yet, if I posted these photos on facebook, the caption for all of them would probably be #YOLO becuase you really do live once, so why waste the time writing a caption?