Home.

Because I've lack of things to say - my photos will tell the best thing about being home.

Sun. Friends. (but not the heat.)


After bumming on the beach.


After had this in a while.

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
- Our Song, Taylor Swift