I love the walls. Where ever I end up living I’m going to do this in one room.
I know you just reblogged it from me, but this is like the most idyllic style of room imho. I love the walls, the mattress on the floor, the mess, the little details everything. A small room, a mattress and maybe a small couch with graffiti all over the place, clothes on the floor, bongs and bottles and baggies and cd’s and newspaper clippings and random things and my violin and guitar, whole room filled with smoke. Just fucking perfect for me.
Get out of my head. You summed up my thoughts.
My room is going to look like this when I’m older.
I’m better off dead.