T.v addict, awkward person who still believes in magic. I look like a dear in headlights all the time because I am day dreaming all day.
Some people believe in God, I believe in Music. Some people pray, I turn up the radio.
Dear Lindy, I’ve been thinking about letters recently. The real kind. Longhand, and how it’s terrible that nobody is writing them anymore. And so I decided to start one to you today. And I’m going to write to you, everyday for a long, long, time. Because I think, I think might be in danger of falling in love with you.