Okay, so, this is literally me. I have a distinct memory (from when I was about 8) of bringing my portable record player over to my friends house in Yonkers & listening to records that I checked out of our town library. CDs were totally available at that time but, no, I just had to be some weird ass Wes Anderson character. That being said... You haven’t lived until you’ve listened to the Swedish import pressing of Disney’s Jungle Book through a direct drive turntable with a diamond needle at 33 1/3 RPM
LMFAO - I was 8! What is wrong with me?!
A snack bar named desire, Kawase Hasui
I really don’t understand why anyone would buy mansions & super expensive cars if they won the lottery. Like, if I had poweball money... I’d wanna suprise people with like, free housing or secretly paying off their student/medical debt etc... I see so many of my tumblr peoples going thru some tough times & I wish I had “you’re problems are over” money but, all I got is “emergency room/surprise car problems” savings (& I feel super super lucky just to have that).
Hang in there. I see y’all. Your feelings are valid. If y’all ever find yourselves out this way... we’ll take you out for some of the best pizza in the world & idk maybe go raspberry picking (depending on the season but, it’s one of our favorite pastimes). You can find refuge in the strange/fun world my partner & I create (even if it’s just for a brief moment)
I really don’t understand this... one of the first things we agreed upon when discussing moving in together: we will have separate bedrooms. It just makes sense. I got my space, you got yours. We also regularly discuss adding a third person to our relationship. I guess we’re just weirdos but, weirdos with our own dang bedrooms!
Forest Life by :
© James Lloyd Cole
It’s been with me since I was 14 or 15 ☺️
“An actual cel from the “One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Bluefish” episode. My dad won it in a silent auction about 20 years ago and gave it to me as a birthday present.”
-@lslxkdnxickcg
Kitty TV
John Alcorn, 1969
My Ma sewed me a new duvet for my comforter:
She had the patch work already made & it was a perfect match. But, wait... there’s a bonus:
It’s denim. That’s right - I’m insane. Not only do I still sleep in a twin sized bed (anything bigger seems excessive for just me and don’t forget - my partner & I sleep in separate bedrooms which is our preference) I actually sleep with a denim duvet. Like a dang maniac!
Anyways, my Ma is an exemplar sew-master & I’m just hoping to learn some of her magical ways.