a big fat storm blew the roof off and my poor little attic bedroom suffered severely. my room was perfectly teenagery; covered in pictures and filled with vinyls, books and instrument. it was truly a relic. missing you forever xoxo
something so comforting about waking up in the room you grew up in as a kid
itβs such a familiar yet distant view, like waking up to a past life - the posters, the books, the shelves lined with stuffed animals and random trinkets
sleeping naked with crisp new sheets and a fluffy duvet. added points if you didnt tie your hair up. the post sleep only wearing glasses, drinking black coffee and doing things on your laptop hits 10 times harder. or maybe a crossword / sudoku / reading your horoscope from yesterdays news paper. very chic.
read all the books on your shelf before you buy a new one.
listen to all your cds and records before you buy a new one.
wear your shoes into the ground until you buy a new pair.
burn all your candles before you buy a new one.
let your lucky pen run dry before you buy a new one.
let holes wear in your jeans before you buy a new pair.
create oportunity with the things that are already in your possession.
appreciate the moons that orbit around your day to day and give them attention.
make impressions in them, write on them, bend them, savour them.
and when your lost, look to these moons orbit and find yourself in the centre.
