Coffee cups.

I thoroughly enjoy sitting comfortably in my kitchen on my wooden table and matching chairs that my dad gave me, listening to relaxing music and letting the sun shine through my windows onto the parquet floor. THIS is the feeling I wanted when I moved out, and I'm currently experiencing it. Do you know how incredible it is to be completely aware you've the reached the point you so desperately wanted to reach?


I like that my coffee cups or dishes don't match, that my broom is old and tethered, that a lot of my belongings are industrial style, that I have a slight obsession with owning over 15 towels, that I kind of wish everything were purple, that I can play all of my music anytime, that I refuse to own more than 3 unhealthy foods, everything.