I got this spam text or wrong number text (?) yesterday, and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. I really hope if it was real, whoever’s meemaw or peepaw this is got in contact with whoever it was they meant to text.
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 💌
