When I die, I want you to burn away all the flaws that took away my humanity, and let my spirit go.
When you spread my ashes, do it in a beautiful lake in the forest, because I never want to leave this earth.
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 💌
