Do you realize that when you are young, you tend to take for granted what everybody’s done? Do you realize that when you are young, you tend to turn an eye from the things that mean the most? And do you realize that when you are young, the things you take so seriously mean nothing at all?
I just spent a lot of money on a very nice version of a very, very old first edition, first pressing of my partner’s favorite book. He’s never on tumblr so, HAY INTERNET AAAAAAAH I’M SO EXCITED HE’S GONNA POOP
This on top of the 90% complete set of Roald Dahl first editions I got him for Christmas is shaping up to be a pretty really okay library of his favorites.
It’s for me. It currently has a lot of tiny things I don’t want to misplace but also have nowhere for. Pins, buttons, broken keys, guitar picks, nuts n bolts, dice, the smallest matryoshka dolls, studz, I donno: stuff.