a look into my bedroom. honestly, half of it's a mess, but half of it is filled with all the quiet things that explain some of the little things about me. from the incense and holder from thailand, to my japanese daruma doll heads, to my flea market deer skull and beyond. all of the quiet things, the favorite things. the things i love to come home and touch just to remind myself that there are solid little parts of my life that remain even when a person is physically gone.
beanie, american apparel / tank, ragstock / skirt, gift
all for now,
music: eet -regina spektor