scrolled on taco bell until 1:30 last night curating the perfect order, longing to have every item soaking into every taste bud on my tongue, washed down by a baja blast freeze.
My craving for every hour of every day; the build your own cravings box with Chalupa/Gordita Crunch, Potato Taco, Cinnamon Twists, and large Baja Blast, maybe an extra burrito for good measure. Absolute perfection (spec with a lil 🍃).
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 💌
