Give me a heart attack, call it a birthday.

Keep me out of the light. Keep me out of the light.

So yes, I am willing to forget about the ocean if it means I get to remember you.

You looked really pretty today.

Let’s go!

Here’s a singsong if mine. Will probably cut this into pieces for use as intros to the podcast in the future. What do you think?? I’ll make the decision tomorrow.

On this particular day the said girl wore a ribbon in her hair to work and I remember complimenting it and then after work she mentioned that she wore it for me and that she wanted to look pretty for me. So I had to write another letter to her because we obviously couldn’t start anything due to the work situation. O, potential love! Enjoy.

To clarify, this set of letters that I call “The Shopgirl’s Journals” are written to this girl I was (like) in love with that I worked with once upon a time. After work I’d have to get on my typewriter and write to her because it was too much. Anyway, here I am and here they are :)

Somewhere... there is a tulip unraveling in order to lend its color to your lips.

I’m not gonna scream. That’s too easy. Too loud. This is difficult... this is murder. What is this? I feel like there’s a beach in my body when I think about it. Listen, my Waves Never Had Sound Before...