I'm still working on getting my new room organized. I have at least one box that I never unpacked (notice the pile of clutter under my Paper Moon poster) but I did manage to set up this little jewelry/vanity alcove in my oddly shaped room. Which led me to obsess over how other people store/display their jewelry. 
(via rosetintedworld)
oh eddie... I love this quote from Cute Boys!!!:
I love these crochet installations by sarah moli newton applebaum. Madeline and I have actually been working on a similar (though not nearly as epic) project for the nook. I will post photos soon.
I generally refuse to accept as legitimate any editions of The Bell Jar besides the Bantham Books version that I read as a teen. (One exception being the cheesy movie version with the hand, ps. has anyone ever seen that movie? It is impossible to find.) The bastardized contemporary nonpocket-sized versions with "artsy" black and white photos of a girl in a frilly dress or wearing mary janes, just won't do. 
"`I don't really know,' I heard myself say.... It sounded true, and I recognized it, the way you recognize some nondescript person that's been hanging around your door for ages and then suddenly comes up and introduces himself as your real father and looks exactly like you, so you know he really is your father, and the person you thought all your life was your father is a sham"
I had this photo on my wall in college. It always reminds me of a boy I had a disastrously self destructive crush on throughout the end of high school and most of college. I remember him scrambling out of my room the morning after one of our few encounters and stopping suddenly to ask me who that photo was of. I replayed that moment again and again dissecting it for 'meaning'. Uggh maybe I haven't changed at all. He also told me he was a virgin. He had the same name as an old folk singer who became very popular among during the last decade among people 'in the know' about these things and is thus ungoogleable.
