OK?

You and I both loved
(still do, actually)
and I'm finally, finally out of words.

Rimrambaram.
That's how I feel inside, whenever my radio runs out of battery
I've got a pencilbox, literally box. It's translucent and white
and I have named it Francis.

Watch: Eternal sunshine
Listen: Giants must fall
Go: Baybeats
Buy: hula & co sundress

happy birthday dad.