I set up this secret little store because the 72% water tshirt that gained some kind of popularity (or as I like to say “lovin” without the g) on the internet got pulled into a larger project, and I wanted to provide a place…
hey. remember that shirt of yours? the soft navy blue one that fit your shoulders so well? the one you would lend me when we would sit in the back of your car just listening to the rain and watch the valley below us fill with fresh, cold fog? yeah, i still wear it to sleep all the time. but it no longer smells of you. of that cologne i bought you just because i knew you would love it. and i know we haven't felt that way in a long time. but i still wear it to sleep. because it's a comfort, that reminds me of the rain.
she wasn’t as pretty as her. she wasn’t as nice as her. she wasn’t as skinny as her. she wasn’t as funny as her. she couldn’t get the same grades as her. she wasn’t as tan as her. she didn’t have as nice hair as her. she didn’t smell as good as her. she wasn’t as “hot” as her. she wasn’t as…
“I like saturdays and the rocket summer
blue skies and the morning’s air.
i like you, you like me. there’s something wrong with this picture. let’s turn it upside down so we can
see.”—Technicolor Eyes by Backseat Goodbye