my wallll :)

I am officially done organizing my room and whatnot. and of course, my wall is covered with photos :

I do love my room, it’s pretty much the only place where my mum didn’t have a say in what should go where and what it should look like.

on a separate note, here’s a passage out of the book I read a while back:

“I learned that people can never cry for others. we cry for ourselves.

example: someone in your family dies. an accident, disease, murder, suicide, whatever. obviously, you cry. but the tears coming out of your eyes aren’t for the dead person, it’s for you. you’re crying because YOU won’t get to spend any more time with the dead.”

weird quote, huh? but if you really think about it, its sorta kinda true.