At the end of the day, don’t we all just want a bookshelf with a rolling ladder?

God forbid I just want to collect all the books that I possibly can, move into a mossy cottage in the darkest part of the woods, and make a lil home there amongst the animals and nature.

it is snowing in chicago and i am once again happy

i have fully been converted to being an estate sale attendee and i am never going back. fucking love dead people’s junk