i was lowkey baring my soul on this fucking app. i had like three paragraphs and when i scrolled up to proofread i accidentally erased it all. probably for the best because who wants to read three paragraphs of what i assumed were poignant thoughts about an experience i’ve had? here’s a meme instead
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
