It's summer now. And it will be summer in a month from now just as it was last year, but different, but better, but the same, but hard, but okay.
My hair is pinned up and I think that I like my desk to be a little cluttered because if it wasn't, my room would be very clean and that is unsettling. Nothing looks lived in when it is pristine.
I am lived in.
Passions live in me. Beliefs and hopes.
I'm okay with the floor being visible, but the desk has to be cluttered. Scattered with pictures, jewelry, water bottles, and books.