Not objects. Everything here was misplaced some other way. Browse the ledger below.
I had it right up until the day I was asked to use it in front of everyone.— submitted anonymously
We just stopped, the way a tap left dripping eventually runs dry.— submitted anonymously
My grandmother's, which I understood perfectly until the year I didn't.— submitted anonymously
We used to set a place for the ones who'd gone. Nobody decided to stop. We just did.— submitted anonymously
Green cover. A boy and a river. I have looked for it for eleven years.— submitted anonymously
I went back and the field was a car park, and I grieved it like a person.— submitted anonymously