@brooklynboundvintage: BK JOIN OUR SCENE DREAM MARKET THIS NOVEMBER💕🗝️🍬 saturday, november 14th, brooklyn bound vintage is taking over erf.nyc for a can’t-miss pop-up market! 1-2pm $5 entry, 2-6pm free entry! featuring: VINTAGE/Y2K/90S CURATIONS🛍️ JEWELRY/ACCESSORIES💍 $5/$10 BINS💵 HANDMADE 1OF1S🧵 LIVE PORTRAITS BY LAZY TWINZ 🎨 COFFEE BY @buenosdiaznyc ☕️ LIVE DJS BY @danceforsoup 🥫 🎟️tickets now live on POSH.VIP! don’t miss out! #vintage #vintagemarket #nyc #bk #bkevents

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Could I sell in this event and where?
2026-11-02 02:18:16
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what are avg prices here?
2026-11-02 21:10:07
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If I come do free TATTOOS to help bring attention, would you guys be cool about it???
2026-11-05 20:25:06
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it’s a wedding you barely wanted to go to, the reception is loud, and somehow you end up outside by the coat rack talking to someone you met forty minutes ago like you’ve known them your whole life. the dj is playing something terrible inside. you’re both holding warm drinks you forgot about. and they’re telling you about their weird childhood obsession with weather maps and you’re laughing so hard you have to lean on the wall, and you keep thinking, wait, who are you, where did you come from, why does this feel like picking up a conversation instead of starting one. you talk until the venue starts stacking chairs. you trade numbers. you text that night and the next morning and every day for two weeks, and it’s that rare kind of easy where you never have to think about what to say. and then, like someone flipped a switch, it ends. maybe they move across the country for a job they’d already accepted. maybe they get back with someone from before. maybe the timing just collapses under real life and you both quietly know it. no fight. no villain. just a door that opened for a second and then the universe went “oh, sorry, wrong room.” and nobody really prepares you for how strange that hurts. a breakup at least has a shape. there’s a before and an after, there’s a story you can tell your friends. but this? how do you explain that you’re sad about someone you knew for fifteen days? people look at you like you’re being dramatic. and maybe on paper you are. but connection doesn’t care about the calendar. some people get into a room in your chest in a week that others never reach in years. i think the fair way to hold it is that it was real and it was brief, and both of those things are allowed to be true. you didn’t imagine it. you also can’t build a life out of two weeks and a coat rack. it might mean you’re capable of feeling that again with someone who gets to stay. it might just be a beautiful thing that happened once. either way, forget a breakup. sometimes the one that stays with you is the person the universe introduced by accident and took back before you even got to find out what you were.

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