From Left: My Sister, My mother and I

From Left: Bri,Myself,Mother and Sister

It's weird when I look at photo's of the past and recollect on all that has happened throughout this short but long life. It's sad and happy and time flies so fast. There are those you see and leave. Those you always remember, who leave an imprint on your mind and forever grow within it. Those are the people I will always love. 

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

- Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via caskade)