Bishop sleeves, baggy tapered pants, sloping shoulders, eating breakfast after an all-nighter at 7 in the morning and going to bed immediately after, thoughtfully placed stickers, tiny tiny flowers, mug collection, tin collection, collections of collections, lists of favorite things, sleeping with your tiny pink frog plush, clutter, mess, dnd dice in pill bottles, juice boxes, soft fluffy sherpa everything and everywhere, the locket which has a clipping of your dead dog’s fur, a postcard from dad, so much lip balm but it’s never there when you need it, a pair of shitty wired earbuds from 7 years ago that you use all the time and somehow haven’t managed to break, trinkets on a windowsill, tea pets, very expensive rougui oolong, homemade lemon honey tea that you're really proud of, a glass bowl you broke and had a mental breakdown about and then your dad bought you a new one and everything was better, peanut tote bag, water bottle half full of water because you bring it everywhere with you and forget to drink it, dried squid, old albums of a band you can’t bear to listen to anymore, the necklace you wear everyday from a friend you never talk to, 3 bibles (all gifts — there’s a handwritten note in each), the perfume you and your mom bought together, old tickets, clothing tags that were too pretty to throw away, long metal shoehorn because you kept breaking the plastic ones, everything you bought and never touched afterwards, 1023 pictures and videos of your dog (who is dead now), the plant you are trying very hard to keep alive, a letter you wrote to yourself 3 years ago (it’s not time to open it yet), notes from highschool friends you don't speak to anymore that you can’t throw away, your alive dog who you love partly in place of your dead dog you can't hug or give scratchies or kissies to anymorw, tinned fish, SPAM lite, teeth, the Japanese toothpaste that costs $16 a tube that you use along with your prescription fluoride toothpaste, napping all day and staying up all night, being terrified of being alone, being afraid of crying, being afraid of your big brother, being afraid, trying so hard to remember what you’re living for, a small cluttered apartment, knitting cafe, a cat, maybe a cat that is hairless, maybe multiple cats, believing in a world where no one has to be alone.
