This Must Be What Love Feels Like

September 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

The tiered clouds made of pillows. The white washed walls. The invisible taped rug. The pendant lamp. The no. 18 chair used as a night stand. The bird house. The attic feel of the vaulted ceilings. The superfluous posters and signs. I don’t have words to describe how much I covet this dreamy bedroom!

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