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My grandpa was kicked out of his house (not important), so we had to bring a few of his things to my house to keep them here. Among those things where his collection of vinyls.

In that box are 120 vynils and we had to use another smaller box cus all of them didn't fit.

I tweaked my leg carrying that heavy asf box and I didn't even got to keep one, totally unfair. I'm just (partially) kidding.

#vynil #vynilrecords #vintage

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Looking.

Found this book in the bottom of a box in a sale. I hope he had tons of merry Christmas. (bwt, the book was about the 7 languages of love)

I should let go of my fear, I should finally free myself, be able to accept the fact that I just will never fit in, that feeling like I don't belong anywhere is a curse that is never going away, and the best think I can do is simply accept it, stop trying and fighting against who I am, who I have always been, embrace this weirdness that seems to be the core of my whole being, be at peace with loneliness, grow proud of being an outsider, but I can't, I'm unfortunately and painfully human and I crave so bad to fit in, to be an accepted member of the human race and to be welcomed with open arms into society. I try, over and over again to find my place and my people and I find nothing, I place a hundred bricks trying to build something that's mine and it always comes crashing down, and it hurts, happens every time and it's as painful as ever, and yet I'm still in denial, still trying and falling.

I'm very aware of my place in others people's lives.

I am nothing more than a constant. In the back sitting quietly or standing in a corner, they don't need to be checking for my presence and worrying that I'm not there, they know I am cause I always am.

It's alright, really, they usually don't even spare a glance at me, being more concerned with other things-other people, that are more important.

I made my peace with that and learned to live with it, and sometimes I am even proud of the rol I play; when they need me, and they all eventually do, I'm there, always, for anything they need they can count with me because I'm constantly present and when they look for me they will find me, right there, just waiting.