| Random dresser clutter | Drawing by Eva, scribblings and polaroids | Fresh sheets | Some textbooks and feeble attempt at self-motivation | My steth, random belts and mom's vintage bag | Study clutter | Makeup clutter + novels (Anna Karenina and Tully) | Fern cushion |

I took these the day I was set to move out of my place in Newcastle. It was especially gloomy and dark (sorry) , but these are pretty much the only photos of my room I will ever have because I'm moving to a new place next year. A 6 metre squared space and housemates who smoke indoors just doesn't cut it.

Nevertheless, I will have fond memories of this room. I remember looking at the tiny, bare-walled space in my first night alone, feeling kind of dismal and underwhelmed. Buying the fern cushion after realizing the chair was so fucking shit it gave me back pain. Squinting at my laptop until 6am during stuvac. Hanging up a calendar Ash made me. Doing my makeup in front of the adhesive mirrors I stuck on the wardrobe. Listening to snoring through the thin walls. Eating countless dinners on my bed, naked...just because I could.

Best Concert Ever.

 Xylobands