As I suspected, you're a rank sentimentalist

"The past scampers like an alleycat through the present, leaving the pawprints of memories, scattered helter-skelter-- here ink is smeared on a page, there lies an old photograph with a chewed corner, elsewhere still, a nest has been made of old newspapers, the headlines running one into the other to make strange declarations. There is no order to what we recall, the wheel of time follows no straight line as it turns in our heads. In the dark attics of our minds, all times mingle, sometimes literally."  Charles De Lint, "In the House of My Enemy"   INFP. He/ Him.  LVII (or maybe XXXXXVII).  Dual citizen of anxiety & depression.  Believer in the Oxford comma. Here there be reblogs: ownership is theirs, attribution where possible. The arc of the Tumblr universe is long, but it bends toward Tumblr-Safe-NSFW-ish. 18+ then