I take pictures—a lot of pictures. Of trees swaying gently in the breeze, of empty streets bathed in golden sunlight, of birds mid-flight, and of tiny bugs going about their day, unnoticed by most. But most importantly, I capture the people I love. Their smiles, their laughter, the way their eyes light up in a conversation. Because one day, when distance or time separates us, when I find myself longing for a moment that has passed, I want to have something to hold onto. A piece of them frozen in time, a reminder that they were here, that they were loved, and that I never truly have to miss them—because their pictures will always be with me.

What's your love language bruh

The rain on my car is a baptism.