god, i hate minimalism.
why would anyone ever want to minimize their life? their interests? to turn their living space into a beige ikea showroom? where’s the personality? the zest?? where are all my trinkets going to?? all my wretched cursed artifacts and doohickeys and whatchamacallits??? personally i feel most at home when my surroundings look like an eye spy page, hippy witch edition, thank you very much.




















