If you are ever looking for furniture you’ve got to go to an antique store. Now when I say antique store, I don’t mean the boutique downtown that will charge you $700 for a lamp. I mean the trashy place up the street on a big lot with tables and chairs piled up for miles outside. The kind that stretches 75 miles back in a cold room with no descernable path through it. You will find the best, sturdiest, and coolest shit for amazing prices. If it’s in the middle of nowhere it’s even better because you can haggle.
Isn’t this how most people get haunted
I’m willing to take that chance if it means I get a hardwood armoire for my bedroom for $129.
Don’t think of it as being haunted, think of it as a “buy one antique, get a free ghost” deal.
Slightly anxious single lady with modern problems/Victorian ghost with a refreshing outlook on existence and a supreme absence of fucks, roommates to lovers, 45K words, #the loveseat’s bouncy #for excellent bangin’
