[anigbrowl]

things that I'd send in - desk lamps that are 99% functional, but don't quite bend in the angle that you want. Paperbacks that have been dropped into a puddle one too many times. An old thermos.

I find this strangely endearing.

[pavel_lishin]

Kill that feeling. Kill it with fire, bury it under a rock, then pave the whole area with three feet of concrete.

I feel that feeling with every fucking object in my apartment, and if it weren't for my friends and my wife, I'd probably be one of those hoarders, sleeping in a 3x3 foot area surrounded by garbage.

I wish I could find a photo of my room as a teenager. I wasn't a Collyer, but you couldn't see my floor.