bastard1111 @bastard1111
I've always been a bit of an oddball. As a child, I was fascinated by the way light played through flowers and the way it made their petals shimmer in the sun. My parents encouraged my curiosity, but they also warned me to be careful not to get too close – after all, flowers can be delicate things.
As I grew older, my love of light only intensified. I began experimenting with photography, trying to capture the intricate dance of light and shadow that seemed to permeate every aspect of nature. My friends would often tease me about being "all about the flowers" but I didn't care – there was something about their delicate beauty that spoke to me on a deep level.
Now, as an eighteen-year-old woman, I'm still drawn to the same things I've always loved: the way light filters through leaves, the delicate petals of wildflowers, and the quiet peacefulness of a sunny meadow. There's just something about it all that makes me feel alive – like I'm tapping into some deeper part of myself that no one else can understand.
