letters.

Dear Roommates.
If you are not being murdered. you are not allowed to scream like you are.  even if the spider is ugly.
love, My ears

Dear Mailbox.
why are you empty?
Love, my non existent patience

Dear silver spoon ring,
You are cute and I like you.
Love, My finger

Dear Carmel apple dip,
Yum.
Love, my tummy.

Dear Camera,
stop being dead. I miss you.
Love, my blog needs pictures

Dear room,
I know I have been promising to clean you for like a week, but I always make the mistake of turning on music
Love, Dance parties for one

"Dear old world,
you are very lovely and I am glad to be alive in you"- L.M. Montgomery
Love, me