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Keeping stuff and things

I love stuff and i love hanging onto things. I love that i have a stack of letters my friends and i wrote and passed back and forth in class at 13 years old. I love that i still have the fake menu my best friend and i made when we were 8 for our fake restaurant that only served bug-based dishes. I love that i have a drunk love note scrawled on toilet paper at 3 in the morning in 2012. seemingly meaningless things like this from my past help remind me that I’ve actually led a wonderfully full life despite often feeling like I’ve not done enough.

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IT FELT LIKE THE CHILDHOOD YOU SEE IN THE MOVIES

the internet was not in our pockets and our brains were way fucking healthier for it.
nothing was instantaneous either. i think we all had a LOT more patience. like i ordered my prom dress off the internet and we got SCAMMED HAHAHAH like that shit doesn’t really happen now. like ordering things offline was like a MYSTERY. it was so crazy
i remember having the school phone book they’d publish every year and it was just everyone’s names & phone numbers (i think you could opt out or whatever) but if i wanted to have a play date id have to go to the phone book look up the name and then go to the oldddddd school ass phone with the twisty dial up numbers and they’re parents would answer and i’d have to be like “hi mrs. mom is your son there can i talk to him?” i’d literally call my childhood crush and we‘d talk on the phone all the time but he’d ignore me at school 🙄
i also remember like i could come home from school and it didn’t feel like i was still easily accessible to everyone. i could get away and like recharge properly each night. kids don’t have that these days and it’s soooooo fucked. the more i learn about phones and the more i teach kids, the more i sound like a conservative. im like LET THEM PLAY OUTSIDE ALONE, tell em to come back when the street lights come on!!!!!! NO PHONES until 18!!!!!!
if i could i would change the law that lets ppl market their products to kids under 12 or something. i’d make kids being given phones under 14 illegal.
another funny anecdote from the early 2000s was that in middle school, lil wayne released the carter III and i CALLED MY STEPDAD from school and said you need to pick me up so he took me to newbury comics (irresponsible) we BOUGHT the CD and i blasted it in his car on the way back to school 😂
oohhhhhhh my god also the WAY i would just sit in my room and look up lyrics on AZlyrics.com and just sing the same 4 songs over and over until i learned all the words. or like listen to the song and write out the words if they weren’t up yet 😭😭😭😭
i also opened my diary and there was an entry from like 2011 and it just starts “I love tumblr.”
i also have a lot of sweet memories of going to blockbuster with my mom 🥲 i can still smell the smelly smell and see the rug inside there and i’m half as tall as the VHS shelves 😭
there’s soooo much more, i cherish my childhood now even tho i was neglected as fuck. it was a very special time and i’m very lucky i got to experience that.

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I THINK ABOUT THIS SO OFTEN

I was actually just thinking about this again earlier today. I love that it’s like I’m carrying pieces of all the people I’ve loved throughout all the lifetimes it feels like we live in just one, simply by picking up all these pieces of others to make into our whole self. Even the things I’ve gathered from people I don’t talk to anymore feel so special because once they meant so much to me and the love from that version of me and them lives on.
I say “you’re a peach,” when someone does something helpful for me because a childhood friend of mine once said the same thing to me. I’ve always written things like 7s and Zs with the line through the middle because the student teacher my class had in 1st grade was also in college for science and wrote them like that, and I’ve done it ever since. I grow marigolds in my garden every year because of the neighbor I had growing up who would let me help her garden when I was a kid even when she was going through chemo, and now I love the smell. I love punk goes rock/pop because of my older brother; he’s also the reason I learned to play guitar. The vanilla lotion that I wear because a friend who was probably the closest I’ll have in my lifetime wore it.
I also love the reverse. I know I’ve influenced my friend’s jewelry. I know one friend started wearing purple mascara because I do. I’ve influenced several people’s fragrances, or shoe/purse choices. I love to think that whenever they put on something or say something that they got from me that they think of me fondly.

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We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
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By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
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