Stuff

Isla Vista has shown me how trading and handing things down is so much more fun and meaningful than buying expensive shit in a store and being attached to it. I don’t want a new sofa, call me crazy but I’d prefer the faded, lighter burnt, glitter stained, half tie-die hippie sofa the fourth year you looked up to smoked their first joint on. I’m going to start keeping as little material possessions as possible and strategically start giving my things away so that my little stories can be scattered around all the places I’ve been & by the time I complete my undergrad I can just leave anywhere in the world with a backpack and not a single worry in it.

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