So my birthday is coming.

I love birthdays, especially mine.

Nobody loves my birthday as much as I do and I’m not ashamed to admit it too!

16th (yes, I know) birthday pictures. The age where I just couldn’t wait to grow up hence the whole ‘I’m so sexy(sexual?)’ poses :/

17, tamer, pouty phase.

18, super thin unfilled eyebrows with an interest in exploring falsies too thick for my own good.

19, where I became mature and chill about things. No sexy kitten, cutie baby and fail attempt at looking all chic. This is I think my goofy phase.

20th birthday surprise face. I love throwing surprises, but I hate getting them.

21 missing

22, growing to be a woman!!

23, mix match clothes-themed birthday party!

24?????

This year? Who knows! It’s my favourite year too. Not only is my birthday is an even number (I have this thing with even numbers) but it’s the year of the Horse too! MY YEAR! I’m a horsey!

Nothing big planned out this year. In fact, I haven’t planned out anything just yet! Yikes!

By the way, my birthday’s on March 2nd, so you’re not too late with them presents! ;)