walking in to a girls bedroom is literally like being invited to another realm by an angelic being… they’re literally an accumulation of everything that she likes and is; decorations, books, an outfit hanging over a chair for tomorrow, a bag in a corner spilling their lip-balm, a compact mirror and earphones; posters and train tickets stuck to a wall with bluetack or tape, the mess of her desk…
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