I regret to inform all of my internet friends that through context clues I now believe there are raccoons in my walls, not squirrels..... still no response from my landlord either LOL. God bless those feral creatures but I wish they'd give me a little more personal space
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 💌
