A labubu is a powerful charm if the one it is bound to is full of love and not materialism
idk. maybe im too much of a hermit to understand such things. but ultimately it’s a mass produced piece of fabric and cloth put in a “mystery box” to trigger the part of your brain that loves gambling; a carefully-cultivated, intentionally-created market of trendy consumerism and inflated values propped up by a sea of collectors and venture capitalists, all designed to ensure that it’s just quirky enough to be endearing whilst serving as an inherently “prized item” for young adults and teenagers divorced from any inherent value or function. you are not playing with your labubu. you don’t love it just because it looks cute—or, if you think you do, you have been deceived by marketing. it is a commodity of wanting. it is a brand of having. it is devoid of purpose or soul, other than what you give to it—and your choice to give it your soul doesn’t exist in a vacuum




