My house is full of charity shop books. Second hand board games. All sorts of stickers everywhere. Strobe and fairy lights. Even a lava lamp. Porcelain figurines. Wooden tchotchkes. Shiny rocks. Polished seashells. Funkos. Discount lego flowers and all sorts of other imitation building blocks. Post cards. Silly wall art. Plants of all shapes and sizes. There's colour, and joy, and soul, in every single room. Scented candles that make it smell like cake. Folk patterned cushions and blankets. Trinket boxes that hold snacks. Cute plushies to snuggle with wherever you sit. And you know what? Everywhere I look, my home makes me smile. It makes me so so so happy. So I will never reject the brightness, the childishness, the freedom of it all. I will never be ashamed for my care bear stickers, or my lego spaceship, or my legolas funko, or my bold n' brash painting, or my ladybug pillow, or my paleta payaso, or my sesame street pijamas, or my snorlax tshirt, or my fluffy cow slippers. Even when I turn 31 this summer. Because cringe isn't real. Neither is shame. I decide, whether I want to hold onto them or whether I wish to let go. Because at the end of the day, the only thing I actually want to keep, is love, for all the things I enjoy, all the things that make me happy, all the things that bring colour to my home, and actually make it a place worth not simply existing, but truly living in.
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