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Denim Dreams

By Tonichi
Portraits I took of my sisters and myself. Self-timer of course, because I still have yet to be comfortable with someone else taking my photo :| :)) For some strange reason, I was waaay more at home with posing or smiling at a camera back in high school. I have more photos from 4th year high school than my whole college life. Is that sad?! Or maybe I just got more awkward. Orrrrr I guess I just got so used to being behind a lens. Yup, that must be it. *convinces self* Ehh, I gotta practice soon because graduation photos are coming up. Heh. heh.

P.S. my hair color is edited, I don't think my hair is healthy enough to go through bleaching... yet. Hahaha XD Soon, dream hair. Very soon..
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