fred flare

this journal reminded me of third grade when i got in trouble for drawing too much in my daily journal and not writing enough.



this perfume made me smile.

sneaky

when i was little i was never one to go poking around for hidden presents in closets or my parent's room. instead i tried peeking inside my mom's purse, looking for a receipt that might read "SUPER AMAZING UNICORN...... $100,000,000"

except for that one time my sister convinced me to check the garage for bikes.
there were three.