These are people I’d help bury a body for. Not because I condone it. Just because I believe in them.
She taught me that the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and proved that she believed in me before anyone else.
He posts stripboard layouts like they’re spells or incantations, but in a way that makes you understand.
a haunted postcard for someone who helped me more than he knows.
She taught me that love is patience and listening no matter who it comes from.
He makes music like a guy who could only afford the thrift store stereo section.
a haunted postcard for if you miss the way the 80s almost felt.
You were playing with magic systems. You were right.