#her and her milquetoast hippy dippy consumerism. thank you carol for giving me a hunk of moldavite but also fuck you

[melanccholia]

every day i think about that little tarot shop that used to be nestled right between the tailor and the pizza store, behind an innocuous little purple door that led straight to two flights of stairs, that was just the personal collection of this 80 year old man that he was selling and trading out of. He had so many tarot decks of so many qualities, some behind locked glass cabinets, some that you could just rifle through and he'd let you take whatever card spoke to you. He bought a painting I made when I was 15. I miss him and his tiny little shop with all my heart. The worst part of living in a small town that you love is watching it die, and take everything interesting with it