Dear Tumblr, I think I figured you out — you are a visual representation of the inside of people’s brains. It’s like whatever people are interested in, thrown into a blender, and then portrayed in a pretty collage.
Dear Internet, In case you are curious, here is the inside of my brain >> the travelin’ bones. Where’s yours located?
Dear Jared, I like singing with you in the breakfast nook. I mean, I know I am really bad at it, but you make me feel like I could maybe be better. You are good about things like that. And other things, too. Tune my ukulele?
Dear China, I am really excited to meet you. But I am not sure how I feel about Peking duck yet; just give me some time.
Dear Wardrobe, I need a little black dress. How have I never owned a little black dress? Or red high heels? I feel like less of a lady because of it.
