there is so much happening in this picture. you know when you look at a picture and there are so many little things and inside jokes and old memories and current dramas tied into it (not even taking into account the context; I have no idea what was being said during this moment) that you can’t begin to explain it? you couldn’t hope to write it all down even for yourself without it turning into, like, an entire memoir?

there is so much happening in this picture. you know when you look at a picture and there are so many little things and inside jokes and old memories and current dramas tied into it (not even taking into account the context; I have no idea what was being said during this moment) that you can’t begin to explain it? you couldn’t hope to write it all down even for yourself without it turning into, like, an entire memoir?