the day i met xander and my camera decide to be an asshole. he smelled like cigarettes and cologne (in a good way), was hilarious and inappropriate, and gave really good hugs. still a total swoon party.
me + ashley // our apartment on haight street // san francisco // late winter 2000.
it's been 11 years today. i still miss you so much, ashley.
more than ever, i just feel so unbelievably lucky that i ever had you in my life.
i know you're everywhere and someday i'll see you again.
yesterday was my birthday and i looked like this. last year i looked like this.
time just doesn't stop does it?