I have this thing whenever I’m thrifting/second hand shopping and find something deeply personal like school art projects, journals, or someone’s initials stitched into a sweater I buy it without a second thought- something abt them being without a home makes me emotional /:
Sometimes I think I’m crazy, then I remember my father went to prison for cutting a mans Achilles tendon with bolt cutters after he assaulted his ex-girlfriend, then I don’t think I’m crazy enough