#i was gonna edit this to be actually readable but this sums up my brain pretty well

[nadekosnake]

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Losing my mind on the Internet bc I saw a post about how vintage flocked animals are better than Sonny Angel Mini Figures in that look-at-how-much-more-unique-I-am way and this has been on my mind since that cursed SNL skit released and I was forced to witness it, but y’all fucking remember when collecting Sonny Angels made you a Capital F Freak? Not like a Quirky Internet Girl (aesthetically curated perfectly presented thus palatable and sellable to the Normie) but like A Real Freak? Barely could find them in USA and when you did buy them the people around you wondered what was your damage. For rarer ones had to go abroad to a small shop that sold full sets along side a face shaving service 10+ years before that was a thing (white American voice: dermaplanning). Collecting little angel babies who are buckass naked with a little dick and balls a.k.a. kewpies a.k.a. those unhinged Japanese mayonnaise commercials from the early aughts a.k.a. forgotten American cartoon older than Micky fucking Mouse. Back then when you put those re-inspired cupid babies up on your shelf it’s giving 1 second away from a menty b at best your worst nightmare at worst? Cutting-your-finger-open-with-an-xacto-knife-and-then-screaming-in-the-bathroom levels of unhinged? I think I’ve just been very unplugged re: a lot of trends in general bc I wasn’t even aware Sonny Angels became this fucking popular until a few months ago… people dissing these guys w/ that fake hipster energy and it’s haunting me… anyway shout out to THE kewpie queen Rose O’Neil without her I’d be rich