Submitted by SWORDSCROSSED in just_post (edited )
I'm sad about it, but I like my cups. It made me realize that there's something beautiful about cupboards. Every once in a while you add a new cup to it, or one of your cups breaks, and you never really know when or which one it'll happen to, so at any given point it's always a random assortment of things from all sorts of points in your life. One of your oldest cups might break out of nowhere, but the newest additions will have new memories associated with them too eventually. I enjoy that thought