Where I Would Like to be Studying Right Now

Exams are burying young men and women around the world. Frantic, dazed, sleepless youth are wandering in and out of libraries, coffee shops, basements of their dorms.

I am one of them.

*insert dramatic music*

And now, on my study breaks, my eyes have become trained to focus in on books or computers or desks or anything else in resemblance of my setting of the last few days. Some of my favourites.

(This is really all just an excuse to show books in rooms looking adorable.)

(Desire to Inspire)

For some reason, I always associate a fashion editor or photographer dwelling in this room. Most likely in some dramatically upscale outfit in bursts of colour, casually flipping through a magazine, or running her fingers down the spines of the impressively monochromatic book collection.

(Airows)

(House to Home UK)

Ah, it's a dangerous ting indeed to have two vintage suitcases right in view whilst studying.

1. I would muse about couples eloping in the fifties, rebelling against society with the thrill of adventure fuelling their journey.

2. I would dream about flying home in a creamy trenchcoat and robin's egg blue oxford shoes to match my trunk.

3. Well, I would literally leave.

(Blood and Champagne, aka the sweetest site I have found in a very long time)

Scrolling down past this image made my eyes widen like I just saw Santa Claus. That wood, is gorgeous. It reminds me of caramel macchiatos and Christmas fireplaces. And at the same time, I love how mysterious I would appear to any guests if they asked what I kept in there and I would simply reply, "I can't go into that right now." 

I like to think of myself as quite the enigma, as you can see (this may or may not be true, most likely not).

(My Paradissi, via Interior Inspirations)

(Interior Inspirations)

The good ol' days. It's weird to me that I can actually say that without it being laughably near to my age now. Reminds me of when I was nine or so and said, "Well I remember when I was young..." and the small party of adults near me roared with laughter to my sincere confusion.

(Design Files)

DAMN STRAIGHT, do I enjoy this office or what. If I walked into this office, I would immediately expect to be meeting with someone with a hell of a lotta swag and I may not want to leave their presence in the hopes of sneaking some. Or at the very least attempt to steal one of those sweet ceramic white legs to place, very randomly, into my dorm. 

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Dormspiration: Come One, Come All!

Seeing as how my ever so humble abode is now going to be a room the size of a bathroom as I'm off to good ol' university (I say that like I've been there before), every detail is crucial. Listen, I'm very affected by my surroundings. When a tornado has passed through my room, it's very inconvenient. (That disaster of clothes on the floor is my fault? No, no, silly. Just another tornado sweeping past.) I will actively avoid my room all day and pretty much get to the point where I forget it exists, other than when I stumble in to sleep in this foreign, unmade bed. Or I'll just consume myself in its messiness and become one sticky, conglomerated ball of laziness and spend hours underneath my sheets, wishing it all to disappear, but at the same time kind of relishing in my own sloth-like form.

^me. (But not actually. Just my sloth twin.)

So I do vow to at least try and keep my dorm clean, otherwise I'll sleep on benches in the library and look like one of those severely sleep deprived keeners who refuse to leave before their finals (although this young man deserves some appreciation). 

And now, some dormspiration. 

A map of Europe only, please, to somewhat satisfy my incurable travel bug.

Imagine how efficient it would be to write all my papers on a typewriter? No mistakes for me.

Mosquito nets have always had an air of luxury to me. Delicately draped over your bed, a princess slumber is awaiting. Oh and then when morning comes, and the light's pouring through your window, it's like you open your eyes to a sleepy, magical haze all around you. 

I've posted this once before, but I am seriously considering a shelf so close to my bed fit for a laptop. Better yet, maybe I should invest in a king size bed and have it cover my entire floor. So tempting.

I love this. Everyone needs some floral love in their abode, especially when it looks as if peonies were simply sprinkled over your curtains.

Unfortunately most dorms don't come with spiral, wooden staircases. This shall have to change.

For my graduation present, I was lucky enough to be able to order a DSLR camera with our air miles (what a wonderful creation). After tracking its delivery for over a week, anticipating its arrival to the second, and just generally being a giddy twelve year old, it has arrived in glorious form on my front door steps... only to be taken captive by my mother and banished into the depths of her secret hiding spots of presents. At risk of sounding like a spoiled Dudley Dursely, it's mine, mine, mine! Give it back, mumma! 

^me again. But the steam decided to come out of my eyes instead of my ears, minor inconvenience. 

But anyways. 

Random, lovely items I wish to have in my dorm.

1. String of lights

2. Dainty teacups

3. Miniature animals

4. Coffee table books for somewhat productive procrastination

5. Wired grid for nostalgic photos

6. Vintage mirror

7. Paper peonies for my curtains

8. Mosquito net

9. Map of Europe

10. A kitten if possible

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{HIMYS, Seren Coskun, HIMYS again, Urban Outfitters Home Catalog 1, 2, 3, Interiors Porn 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, my tumblr (Rabbit Earz)}

Spring Spring Spring!

Oh golly jee willickers, it's SPRING! Officially. Completely. No joking around.

Mother Nature just took her sweet time to bring us even a hint of sunshine here on the west coast, though, didn't she? But now that it's here, I'll be oh-so-courteous and oh-so-grateful because I was beginning to imagine my life as permanently monochromatic. 

But NO! This is what my life looks like now! 

That's me... there in the back... oh, behind that girl... oh wait, you can't really see me... but I swear I was with them, I swear!

Ben Gile's work is so perfect for spring. Each piece is livened up by these electrifying colours of flowers in full bloom. 

But he also experiments with vintage photos in the most provocative ways, too.

So that I'm like, oh, this guy is a creative collage genius. 

This fella knows what he's doing. And I am definitely going to plaster my inspiration board with these. 

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