"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of a second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me." -New Moon
Ugh this was my major ugly disgusting awkward stage. Yuck! Why this picture?! Lol.
Thanks for making my Mom's Day so special, Hazers!! I love you bunches! This photo brings back the memories. Good times! : ) xo! mom