i just want to say right now, that to
MAKE BETTER
one must MAKE SHIFT.
instead of a coffee table, why not a pile of magazines? instead of a mousepad, why not a book? instead of a garbage bin, why not a cardboard box? instead of excessive bed sheets, why not a single blanket? instead of wallpaper, why not a bed sheet? instead of a canopy, why not a blanket?

as i looked at my cluttered coffee table the other day, i realized that i can clean my room over one hundred times, but i would not be satisfied without a little pile of clutter to provide comfort and coziness. i like the lived in look. like when you move into a new place and you place the furniture wherever, without much thought, and when you really look at it it's perfect where it is, even if it doesn't line up with the baseboards, or it's a little crooked or cracked.

my bedroom is my baby, it is everything that i am. i am everything that it is. i cry in this room, write in this room, laugh in this room, lay in this room. it is my country. where i can re-arrange my brain by re-arranging this room. i make sure the lighting is perfect, that it looks lived in. that i leave my blanket a mess once i wake from my couch. that notes are scribbled and stuck onto any hard surface available.

it's the way i think dictated into something tangible that you can see and move and breathe.
it's because of that, that i started taking pictures of my room whenever i move anything. i re-thought something i placed there in the past and changed it to fit the present.

ever since i was able to move furniture, i did it. despite my room that resembled a closet. it made me happy and it made me excited when i thought of how i could get my room to go with how i felt.

for now, MAKE-SHIFT is the keyword in mind.