sunnies: ray-ban jacket: forever 21 shirt: h&m jeans: forever 21
shoes: jeffery campbell arm candy: cartier watch: fossil
photography: dylan mitchell
it's my party and i'll have a complete mental breakdown if i want to.
nothing can prepare you for turning eighteen. it's not like other birthdays where "it doesn't really feel like my birthday," because oh my god it does feel like your birthday. it also feels like a the biggest semi-truck ever running over you 2,346,924 times. and for some reason, everyone tells you "happy birthday" in the worst ways possible. for future reference, please never congratulate someone on another year of not dying with the following:
all of these questions and exclamations are absolutely terrifying. i don't like being reminded that i can now kick it behind "big-girl" bars. i have no idea where i'm going to school yet so ask me again on move-in day. overnight, i have tuned into an "adult". there is a reason peter pan is my favorite disney film. growing up is terrifying and i don't really want to do it.
but at the same time, it's almost a relief to reach the big 1-8 milestone. it feels like you can leave the past completely behind if you want to. the awkward middle school years feel like they happened to someone else instead of you. and you have so many birthdays still ahead of you. thirty feels like a lifetime away. i still have college and getting married and a career left in me. i haven't stopped growing yet. and that's a really good feeling.
another candle please
documenting the fun years.