this is mr. pup. he’s one of my oldest memories. i think i purchased (via my parents) him at a school rummage sale. at one point, my older sister and i argued over who he belonged to. somehow i won. i’ve never known myself to sleep with stuffed animals and yet i’ve kept him around for probably 30 years now. he usually sits on a book shelf.
i really don’t have time to unpack tonight so i’ll leave you with two seemingly simple questions:
what are you holding on to and why?
Category: life