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"Victims, Aren't We All"

this is the trash heap, and I am w e b t r a s h This is my home, my filth, treasure and little slice of the ever expanding

I was born in the mid 90's and am currently dissatisfied with the world and my place in it. This page takes me back to a happier time in my life and I hope it does the same for you. This is my trash, and possibly another (wo)-man's treasure.

I really enjoyed the 90's and early 2000's culture. I miss being able to pick up my parent's bulky wired kitchen phone and listen in to my mum and nan shoot the shit and gossip, trying my hardest not to breath louder than I needed, holding my hand over the end of the mouth piece. I miss my dad's cassette tapes that we used to play in his car. I miss the social importance of the mall. I miss VHS Tapes and the feeling of sliding them out of their covers. We all want to escape sometimes I think and nostalgia for me is the warmest, safest feeling blanket you could ever put on. Please enjoy, observe quotes, old and new games/movies alike. There isn't much you won't find here I is a trash heap after all.