If you ever want to know who someone is or more about them, there is nothing more descriptive than someone’s bedroom. Think of their bedroom windows as the literal version of a window to their soul; take a peek. (Don’t actually, unless you like the color orange.) But the state of their bedroom tells a lot about them. Whether their floor is visible or their walls are visible, whether or not they display personal items, what items they choose to display, color schemes, and much more.
Since I decided to continue forth with this blog, I deemed it only reasonable to give some insight as to who I am. Although I’m pretty sure there are about negative seven people who read this blog. So, consider this a “room tour” of sorts. Enjoy the extremely teenager aspects and the “I wish I was living in SoHo” elements. My room fits my personality perfectly.
|A more artistic view of the clothes on my rack. A nice shot as well of my drive-in sized television screen.|
|I have a fetish for organization and attempting to conceal extra junk, thanks Ikea.|
|Aaaaaaand my bed. Where all the magic happens. By magic I mean cackling at things on the internet. My crooked and un-centered poster of the Brooklyn Bridge is one of my favorite parts about my room. My bed is so teenager-y. Sorry.|
So, I hope you gained some insight as to who I am… or just realized I was a hoarder of sorts. Oops.