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I’m sick of being broke. I want fluffy towels. I want cool T-shirt’s. I want pretty dresses. I wish I could wear something different than everyone else, I don’t want to look like everyone else. I want to have bough money to buy lipgloss or a Frappuccino without thought. I want a horde of toki dokis in my arms. I want statues and collectibles. I want hardcover editions of my favorite books. I want to afford being a issue by issue comic fan. I want to buy pins off Etsy.
I want to buy video games and dlc. To buy as many books as I want. I want to have food without a worry about how long it’ll last to my next paycheck. But no. I have to save, save, save, to pay for books for stupid classes I don’t want to take but are required to get my degree so I don’t have to work retail.
I have to save in order to pay for my meds because health care in this country is a joke. Oh, and pay out of pocket because my insurance doesn’t cover behavioral assessments.
This whole summer I bought myself an eight dollar my little pony for nostalgia, a 14 dollar kuchi kopi, and bought a single twenty dollar book.