this week i did my laundry, cleaned my whole room, stayed on top of the dishes, and picked out clothes i don't wear enough to give away :') it's felt so good to come home to a clean and (mostly) organized room <3
i put off so many things i want/need to do and cleaning my room has been one of them. i fully swept (like moving furniture around n stuff), wiped down my bedside table and dresser, cleaned my windowsill, and even set up a diffuser. kandi bracelets and spare keychain materials in the teapot i thrifted, can tab collection in an empty pill container, mini-fridge magnets straightened out so they stop falling. everything feels so much more comfortable and pleasant, even if clutter is still piled up on my desk.
as someone who has struggled my entire life with keeping my space clean and valuing my well being enough to keep my things nice, i'm trying to rewrite the story i tell myself about my room. it's not overwhelming, it's just something i need to chip away at slowly, to make it a habit. and goddamn does it feel incredible to have clean sheets, clean floors and a full heart. i must persist, for it is the only option!!
Sometimes you feel wistful and bored but then you look at the flowers you bought that are sitting on your desk and it cheers you up and I think that’s really lovely. I bought pink carnations and pink tulips :)
random, but I think jellyfish might be my favorite animal. they’re the only thing I wanna see when I visit the aquarium and I like how there’s all kind of different shapes, colors, and sizes. I think in my last life I was probably a jellyfish but who knows for sure?
