Personal Blog of Percival Wickes

I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but may I offer the memory of my first pets to you? They were a pair of rats; a small brown one named Shelby and a black one named Wicker Basket. I had them when I was nine; my father got them after my mother had passed away, to keep me and my brother company I think. The memory of them is tied up in grief, but I cherished the time I spent with them. I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t have Wicker and Shelby to care for. - Hollow-archivist

I have an 1890s copy of The Merchant of Venice with someone’s ENTIRE ESSAY handwritten in the back

One of the best books I own is a copy of At Bertram’s Hotel… my grandfather bought it when he was learning English, and my mom stole it from him when she discovered mystery literature… it has annotations by both of them, my grandpa trying to make sense of the language, my mom trying to catch a killer… it’s a treasure that connects me to both of them…

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww <3

I have a couple of Warhammer 40k books like that, and my personal favorite is a note written in one kf the margins that just says “He’s gonna eat you, you dumb shit.”

“U GONNA GET CHOMPED LIKE A PAC MAN GHOST”