i am in love with aria's room from pretty little liars -
the amazing wallpaper, the pile of throw pillows, all those books stacked haphazardly everywhere, the wrought iron bed...*swoon* so i encorperated some of my favorite elements from her room into a polyvore i made here -
like the butterfly decorations, the eiffel tower lamp, the lanterns, the easel (though it didn't have room on the desk), all the dark wood, the ruffly curtains.
i especially like the overall "organized clutter" look that her room has, like her room is peppered with little kick-knacks and trinkets from all the places she's been, but it's not messy looking, which is a look i've incorporated into my room.
this was a really fun one, and surprisingly easy too. i found instructions here. after embellishing with some feathers, i hung it over my bed.
i can't believe i didn't think of this sooner - what with my obsession with mason jars and all... anyways, they make a unique and artsy way of displaying my colored pencils on my desk. i added some rocks because the jar was too deep but i think they add an interesting touch.
it has been over twenty years, but the park still looks exactly as i remembered it - tall twisting trees, the slide shaped like a dragon, a pair of see-saws.
i returned to my favorite swing, remembering the countless hours i spent there as a child, when suddenly i noticed the park was completely empty, as if this pivotal place of my childhood had become a ghost town.
my swing creaked loudly in protest as i lowered myself onto it's cracked plastic seat.
the longer i stayed, the more i started to realize the curls of rust and fading paint that surrounded me and it filled me with a worry that people had forgotten about this park, that they had better things to do than play away the hours.
and as i sat there, staring at the [sand] beneath my feet, trying to remember why i came back in the first place, i realized that i was the ghost.
been adding small touches here and there to my room - here are some.
quite possibly the simplest idea ever but it's brilliant - pictures cut out of magazines + quote of your choice + scissors = totally free (and eco-friendly) wall art!
this one took a little bit longer and some more creativity, but i really wanted some kind of chanderlier-like fixture to hang from the ceiling but nothing i saw quite fit my fancy so i decided to make my own out of some extra beads and wire.
here is a picture of both. more decor related posts to come in the future, i'm sure.
"a ballerina...and a magician," the girl says to her sister and when she gives her a strange look, the girl replies, "you don't see them?"
"see what?" she asks, again looking at her sister with a look of confusion.
"their shadows," she replies, pointing at what she thought was obvious, "shadows of their pasts...lives forgotten through choice or time...shadows clinging on to their creators, deep [grey] outlines, whisper thin like delicate crepe paper..."
and for a minute the two sisters sit together in silence, thinking about their futures - stories, experiences, memories to come.
but they do not need to worry, their own shadows are still vague, pale [grey] splatters on the sidewalk - soft, undefined, endless possibilities.
a short bit of my nanowrimo, smoke and mirrors, from this year -
It was pouring so hard I couldn’t distinguish my tears from the rain anymore. But the storm was nothing compared to the chaos inside my head. There were so many words and emotions and memories I couldn’t tell which ones were real and which ones were just illusions. She stood in front of me motionless, letting the water stream down her face and body.
“Don’t leave! Please…I need you…stay, just a little longer,” I screamed, crying hysterically. She reached out and touched my face, her touch cold as ice and light as a feather.
“I can’t, Ally. Don’t you see? I have to go,” she said, speaking so softly I had to strain to hear her over the rain. She started to walk away from me, turning to face the ocean. “I’d forgotten how beautiful it was here,” she said, her voice calm. She stood just at the verge of the cliff; kicking rocks off the edge and watching them disappear into the downpour and crashing waves below. “You know, I used to be afraid of the rain. I thought that if I stayed outside too long that it would wash me away…just like that…” she mused.
“You…you don’t understand!” I said, choking on my words. She turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a deep sadness.
“No, you’re the one who doesn’t understand,” she echoed back.
“I can’t let you go, not again,” I begged, closing the few steps between us.
“Then come with me.”
Suddenly, the rain lifted, but I barely noticed. She leaned in to tell me something, but -