Whenever I get depressed, I start moving around my bedroom. Usually at some ungodly hour.
I gave up the best bedroom I ever had to my mother because she needed it and moved "down under" - I still can't get used to this room.
My bedroom is filled with dried flowers/plants, animals, books, anything fairy related and animal maps etc.
It's, I suppose, kind of what a young mad lady's place might look like. Sort of.
The mopey face that is called Ziva, my pit bull slash something, invites you in.
I think it's my bed, but it's actually hers. She owns it. Behind my bed is my bookshelf, which only holds a quarter of all my books.
The other end of my room. Ferrets, tortoises and rat homes and my plants and reading nook.
up close of table next to reading chair. my current books and cosmetics and what not.
And gifts I had from somebody dear to me.
The rainbow mobile one of my best friends gave to me for my birthday. It's one of my favourite things.
My other wall next to the start of the bookshelves. Bonsai tree, collections, lots of fairies and random books.
The wall next to my bed and door. National Geographic maps.
And next to that a glass cased collection of dried plants and flowers and my butterfly map.
Rest of the bookshelf. My dvd's, precious things, dried flowers etc.
The part behind my bed. My books and a small collection of randomly stuffed clothing.
It's the only part ever not organized. I prefer my books and such. It's more important.
These are my really special books. All my journals and fairy(tales) / greek mythology / mythology in general related books
and a swan my mother gave me.
bed, bedding and dog. and plant next to my bed.
Rat house. I promise I'm a good rat mom and there is bedding in there but the nutter keeps stuffing everything in his pink box.
My plants. I usually end up saving the rest of the households plants as I somehow have good luck with them. And I can't be in a bedroom without my plants.
Above the tortoises house, a small collection of space and nebulae related posters.
My dried flowers and fairies, things I found at the beach and gifts.
underneath my flowers. I have no comment relating Edward. Everybody has their weakness for certain books. -shrug-
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