A THOUSAND

I was 12 when "a picture is worth a thousand words" really spoke to me. Of course I didn't know any better, and at that point, copy pasted quotes as hi5 statuses was of high regard. On that note, hi5 too. One thousand words seemed really profound and sometimes, when I'm feeling the right amount of cheesy in my bones, it still does. Now profound, I should let you know, I'm using as a positive piece of vocab. Well aging, despite still being constrained to the teen age (space intended,) has lent some perspective, and so many words, a full thousand to be exact, by no means is being refuted here, but their nature as such profundity, is. There's no saying that the words will really capture what was or what is, and a few years, or god forbid, decades post-camera snaps, a tilt of the head or twitch of the eyebrows may very well turn the story 360.

Maybe what's most desirable here is a bajillion shots, that speak so many thousands of words, they make it all but impossible for what's being shot to truly be captured. Much alike this blog and what I attempt to do with my bajillions. 

Wearing: Trackpants from Nepal, Thrifted sweater, Trafalucs from Zara