Astrological Teenage Bedrooms

Filed in Astro-Decor, Scorpio

 

Multi-Scorp Chloe Sevigny in her teenage bedroom Picture One.

Multiple Scorpio Chloe Sevigny in her teenage bedroom Picture Two

I can’t figure out this out either but suspect Pic One is of the era and Pic Two is of the now?

She’s super-Scorpio – v.good at knowing how to work the mystique by rarely doing actual media but producing her own images/words when it suits and always tantalizing.

These are from the Tumblr Teenage Bedrooms – LOVE it. Who wants to be first to re-examine (or examine NOW, if you are still a teenager) their teenage bedroom in the light of astrology?

Mine was Neptunian: Luis Bunuel pics, men i fancied, Goddess pics, really insane To Do lists and resolutions, art deco stuff, scent i’d either stolen or gone into hock to get but which was WAY too old for me, tear-sheets from mags, Tarot stuff…more or less like my mood board NOW. What if the bedroom you have at 15 is more or less your LIFE CULTURE?

55 thoughts on “Astrological Teenage Bedrooms

  1. Love Chloe! 8O

    My bedroom wall when I was a teenager was covered in surfing magazines that I had chopped up and plastered the pics over the walls. 8O

  2. Sigh, it was the early 80′s I made livable a tiny dairy shed into my bed room, from a family of 7 kids finally had space of my own, it was a big deal to me. I was mad for Australian bands/artists and cut out pics & posters from Juke & Ram mags & plastered them ceiling to floor but artfully arranged & spaced. Portable turnable, & a radio I would listen to 2JJ or 2SM in the evening fading in & out because the regional Victorian stations peeved me with their outdated playlists. I used to hide my ciggie butts in the steel tubular posts of my bed. It was my little heaven.

  3. Just last month I was flipping photo albums and found my bedroom wall pics circa age 15 in 1990. I cringe to think that the bedroom I had at 15 was more or less my LIFE CULTURE!

    After much reading on all things Feng Shui (applying the ideas of the lovely Liz Wiggins and de-clutter king Peter Walsh especially in the last three years) I have changed my life habit of hoarding and displaying everything that tickles my senses through a big bower-bird nest wall projection.

    I wonder about an ideas board though – could that be a small-scale, containable way to put my life culture back on show without overwhelming my entire living space and messing with the qi.

    Thanks for the Tumblr Teenage Bedrooms link MM :) I will add mine… though I’m not in a state of fitness to pose for my ‘now’ photo in undies LOL

  4. Wow I wonder if many Scorps have that cluttered of a bedroom as teens? When I think back to my Scorp friends, YES! They do! Stuff everywhere and on walls! Even as adults, but more artfully arranged.

    I had a Capricorn asian mother so no, my room was not my own. I was not allowed to decorate or have pictures displayed, not even my own art work. It felt like a prison or military barracks. It was a room with blank walls in stupid peach colour that matched everything but was simple. The furniture was austere but not in that beautiful Shaker furniture way. I fucking hated it. We were not allowed to be full of clutter or messy. I suspect that is why I am filthy today.

      • Yeah I agree. My Scorp boyfriends teen bedroom had every inch of the wall covered with a range of his most beloved musical peeps. He told me a few weeks ago he does not like my place due to the lack of wall clutter, and now has started to clutter it up. The back of our bedroom door is becoming a shrine to his explorations of world religions…

        • Yes, me too. My sister and I are both Scorps and shared a bedroom when we were younger. We both fought over what to put on the walls (I wanted unicorns, she wanted hearts and flowers), so my mother picked a country inspired pattern that neither of us really liked. When we got a little older I got to keep the bedroom and she moved into another room across the hall. Since the walls were plaster taking the wallpaper down wasn’t an option, so without telling my mom I started to gradually plaster over it with pictures of animals and unicorns and dragons on my own. And I didn’t just pin them up, I glued them all one by one until I covered every visible inch, the door included. I had a weird shaped ceiling in my bedroom too, so during a sleepover I told one of my more artsy friends that he could paint this crazy Celtic bird design on it.

          Later on I did repaint it all again and started wanting more framed art and prints. To analyze it I’d say that it’s all about solidifying my identity and reclaiming a space that was just for me. And posters and magazines are what I had available to me at that age, while framed art and nicer looking prints were beyond my pre-teen budget. I do love Chloe’s red walls with the gilded frames though. That vibes very Scorpio to me. ;)

          • my scorpio mom was toorepressed clutter-wise by my EXTREEEMELY virgo grandma, but my scoprio cousin has pictures and signatures ALLL over her wall. li,e, whenever anyone comes over, they sign. I love it, but it’s TOO DARK and there’s literally nowhere to sit.

  5. So that’s what teenage bedrooms look like!!
    Never had one as a teen as lived in hotels, but
    my kitchen-office now is a moveable feast due
    due to the bliss of blue tac

  6. My teenage bedroom wasn’t cluttered, but it WAS papered with images from all the equine enthusiast magazines I bought and devoured; betwixt the shelves full of Breyer model horses and other horse-y curios. While my peers were in varying stages of hormone-driven boy-mania; I was positively obsessed with horses and riding. Now, I have horse-crazy kids, LOL !

  7. this montage/collage thing all over the walls fascinates me i never did that on my walls i would have had a brain freeze if I’d had all that textual stimuli in the room of sleep.

  8. Mine were kind of infamous. I had two, the first was hilarious, so precisely cluttered, organised, pink walls with orange floors, lots of middle eastern images and pop art stuff, I had a real old ‘Exit’ sign above the door and Christmas lights as the main lighting before that become totally normal. Here’s a pic, this was aged 13-15.
    http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2859652&l=28247bad48&id=624896330

    Then I moved rooms aged 15, painted the walls ‘dragon blood red’, stained the floors dark wood, had a gold bedspread and some huge grey paintings, upped the slightly goth ante with the occasional skull etc, looking back it was actually seriously sophisticated probably because I was obsessed with design/interior mags and it was my world. Hours with friends lolling on the bed smoking or talking on the phone. Oh to go back there.

    • is that a picture of lord krishna i spy? Love the eclecticism – you had curatorial tendances. And a garuda puppet? My teen years were full of krishna and garuda altho the pictures were on the walls of my fathers house not my teen bedroom.

      have you ever heard of the dirty three? i think you might like them x

      • Haha yep, both and thanks it was a little nuts but I think it deffo set a precedent although the following one is absolutely my ‘life culture’ never thought of it like that! Oh yes, love the Dirty Three, so much love for those Aussie bands! x

  9. Mystic wrote: “What if the bedroom you have at 15 is more or less your LIFE CULTURE?”

    Of course, Mystic, you are assuming that everyone has a teenage bedroom. Loads of people don’t –they are poor.

    I didn’t have a bedroom to myself when I was a teen, because my parents could only afford an apartment with a kitchen, living room, bathroom and two bedrooms. I shared my bedroom with my younger brother.

    What I had was a shelf in a cupboard. This was supposedly “my” shelf because it had my clothes and my books in it. Actually, even this shelf was not really mine because my mother would have fits of “charity,” and she’d give away items from this shelf. She gave away some of my blouses to my cousin, once. Another time, Mommy Dearest gave away a notebook full of my notes on my science class to a moron classmate who had been skipping the same class when she whined about how she was so scared she wouldn’t pass. At no time were my wishes ever consulted.

    If the bedroom I had at 15 is my “LIFE CULTURE” I don’t have a life culture. What I do have is a long-dead mother that I fantasize about strangling with my bare hands.

    • Sounds like a life culture to me. That it’s still affecting you so much is problematic.
      Your mother took from you constantly. That’s wrong. She took your teenage years, and you can’t get those back, but what you do now is up to you. She took your clothes (the way you present yourself to the world) and your notes (your work). She’s not around anymore. You get to have that back. It must have been hard to be a teenager who couldn’t claim anything as their own. Do you find that you now cling to things that are ‘yours’ for no other reason than that they are yours? The moon’s waning. Now might be an excellent time for a declutter of your emotions. . . maybe even have your own fit of charity . . . Chuck her out of your shelf once and for all.

      • D, your response is very kind and thoughtful.

        I know I need to get over the past. I have come a long way– I do have my own clothes now–more than I need. I have my own bedroom that I have decorated to my satisfaction. I have my work, my records, my awards, and no one can take that away from me. I am blessed. (Thank you, God/Universe/Force/Higher Power.)

        I still have trouble letting go, though, because for so long the only thing I owned was this truth–that what was done to me was WRONG. It didn’t matter that she was my mother. It was WRONG. “Mother knows best” and mother-worship is common –I had to struggle to hold on to my sense of morality. I don’t cling to things– what I cling to even today, as I did then, is the belief that she did not have the right to turn me into a zero, and I had the right to be angry. I think I hold on to my anger because that was all I could hold on to at that time. If I let it go, she has won–she has taken that away as well– does this make any sense?

        Anyway, I loved your advice: “Have your own fit of charity–chuck her out of your shelf once and for all.” That would be an act of charity because I would forgive her–and yet so ironic, because it is actually a final act of rejection. :)

        Thank you, D. You’ve been really helpful.

        • Letting go of the anger doesn’t deny you that truth, but holding on to it denies you your freedom. You don’t have to hold on to that truth just because it’s yours. You don’t have to hold onto anything you don’t need. Sometimes the things we hold on to hold us back. You don’t need that truth anymore because you have new and better truths which are your own.

          You wouldn’t keep a pair of worn out smelly shoes that didn’t even fit you anymore. I think maybe that worn out truth doesn’t fit you anymore either.

        • I had an emormously healing breakthrough due to advice from someone on this blog who gave me a different perspective on how I looked at a situation. Suppose you re-considered what happened, and how your mother’s actions opened up your ability to create a wonderful life for your life, a life full of your own achievements because your mother created the space for you to bring in what you needed not what she wanted for you? I admit I’m sort of winging it on this, but perhaps if you wrote it all down, then re-wrote the whole scenario in some way, you might find, as I did, that there’s a whole new perspective on something which has caused you so much pain.

          • To D:
            I wish I had a new truth that I feel as certain about as that old truth. It seems risky to throw away a pair of shoes (even if they are old and smelly) when you don’t know where your new pair is.

            That said, I have been thinking about what you said –”have your own fit of charity” all day and pondering how I might find it in my heart to get over all of that junk in my memories.

            One thing that seems to work is visualization: I see a shelf with a small redhot fireball on it –obviously my rage– and then I tilt the shelf and let it roll off. Then a large discoball comes rolling from the back into view. It sparkles and emits rainbow rays of light. I look closer and see images in its mirrored pieces– my children, my house, my books, my crab-apple tree and geraniums, my art, the places I have traveled– so many gifts! I smile and feel a kind of expansion and lightening inside me.

            If I keep using this visual, maybe I will come to a point– one day–where my mother will pop into my mind and I will feel nothing much– just a mild regret that things did not go better, or a feeling of resignation: “yes, she was all that but it was a long time ago, and it’s over.” I would like to get to that place. Is that how people feel when they have forgiven someone who wronged them?

            • To Libraquarius:

              I have tried what you suggested–tried to imagine how my mother’s actions might have actually transformed me into a stronger person– the way people say “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” (I have always found that saying glib and superficial.) But yes, it works –to some extent. For instance, I never knew when she would give away my books, so I made it a practice to memorize passages from them. As a result, I have developed a rich store of poems, quotes, lines in my head, and my ability to remember things is phenomenal.

              I think of Wendell Berry’s poem at this moment–”The Sycamore”–where he describes this old tree that has survived lightning and nails and disease. He says admiringly, “It has gathered all accidents into its purpose. It is the intention and radiance of its dark fate.”

              I would love to think of myself as that sycamore tree. How beautiful! But in all honesty, I can’t pretend to myself that my mother’s actions made me who I am. I had to become “me” in spite of her, not because of her.

              • Sagitta – How about you turn that last phrase around and feel that your mother’s actions set in train the process by which you became such a powerful sycamore tree? I had the same rage with my father due to his alcoholism and self-pity. I started making my peace with him the day he died, he hung on long enough to hold my hand and give me a huge smile, and I was able to give him Reiki to help him pass over peacefully. It’s taken a while but he’s where he needs to be and I have moved on. I can say now that his bullying and standover tactics taught me to be feisty and stand up for myself, and whether we like it or not, as I read in a book, we have bits and pieces of other people stuck to us, so I just bless him now for the lessons I’ve learned, and I’m glad I’ve been able to let go of the rage and bitterness. I wish you the same with your mother as, like my father, she’s moved on. It’s your life now and from what you’ve said, you’ve created a mighty fine life. Congratulations. I forgot, when you can let go of someone who’s done you wrong, as your mother did, you feel a whole lot lighter.

                • yes exactly your words are always so good – letting go not necessarily forgiving – did you forgive him? or just accept the reality of who he was?

                  • I got to the stage of just accepting the reality of who he was, whatevs. But I am able to see into people and what makes them tick, so I could see into my father and see a lot of the emotional pain from childhood and I guess, eventually, it led to the forgiveness process. Really the only one I was hurting was myself until I was able to let go and live my own life.

              • That is very like how it feels. I know how you feel. I know it because of my father. He hurt me constantly and bitterly. I wished him dead passionately and earnestly for many many years. I’m who I am because of him as much as in spite of him. He has some good qualities. He’s kind to animals. He’s very generous. Yes, he was generous with my things, while I was still using them. Yes, it hurt like hell.

                You are who you are because of her as much as in spite of her. She taught you how not to be. This does her no credit, and you needn’t be grateful, but it helps to accept that everything you’ve been through has helped you to become the person you are today, and if you like who you are, it’s hard to regret what you lived through.

                I like the idea of the mirror ball. Have you thought of doing a little releasing ritual? Write down all the things you resented. Get all that hatred and resentment onto paper. . . and burn it. Then go out and buy yourself a mirror ball. I have a small mirror ball on my desk at work. I spin it and watch the sparkles swirl around my desk. It makes me smile.

                • “You are who you are because of her as much as in spite of her. She taught you how not to be. This does her no credit and you needn’t be grateful . . .” Yes, that is exactly the issue. The sticking point is that if I acknowledge that she made me who I am, then it could imply that she gets to take credit for it. That is the wall I run into.

                  I am glad you say she doesn’t get any credit and I don’t have to be grateful. Otherwise, it would just feel like wishy-washy, feel-good, why-can’t-we-all-just-get-along sort of crap.

                  I’m trying to work through an analogy for how this works. Let’s say you are an athlete and someone named X deliberately cripples you. You are angry, but you draw upon other talents and you become a successful musician. X set that process in motion but obviously doesn’t get any credit for making you a musician. You were the one who did not go into a downward spiral of bitterness and regret. You chose not to retaliate and become as violent as X. You were the one who did the work of building a new life. Yes, I think I understand now what you and Libraquarius are saying about this identity-formation process.

            • hi sagitta am going to join your convo here because i think we might’ve talked before – forgive me if i have this wrong cos I’m bad with the names an all but are you the same person whose mother gave your toys away and we chatted because mine did that to me too? And I talked about how one day I realised she’d never say sorry and I wasn’t angry any more once I let go of my need to hear the words and that was the point when suddenly my life changed? If it is you I wanted to let you know it’s not necessarily forgiveness that replaces the rage – for me it’s more like a feeling of knowing that you’ll never be in that position again and are therefore in control of your own destiny. That they will never again have power over you or prevent you from being the full expression of whatever harmonic you are – never again lend a dissonant tone. So not forgiveness – more a sort of state of awareness of the reality of who they are/were and who they can never be to you. Like realising you might love/lust after someone or something but they’ll never fit in your world. Is hard to put into words but anyway – who says we have to forgive? I’m not even sure how that works in situations like yours or mine but it seems biblical and maybe a bit pious – not real-life gritty.

              Re the astro of it – where’s your chiron? I’ll check the chiron book and see if there’s anything that might help your process xxx

              • Just as an extra, I read Radical Forgiveness a few years ago and it changed my whole perspective on what had happened in my life, including the actions of my parents. I think the book returns responsibility for your life to you, to make sense of your choices, and it does allow you to forgive if that’s what you want to do. Personally I’m glad I was able to forgive a lot of what had happened in my life because as I said above it leaves you feeling a whole lot lighter. And most of the time, the people you’re ratty with don’t know about it anyway, you’re the one carrying the burden so if you can dump it in any way which suits you, it leaves you free to fill your life with good.

              • Yes, that is me, whatevs. Yes, like you, I am not sure what forgiveness means or whether it is even the right word. I do want to move on– just put things behind me.

                My Chiron is in 14 Pisces, 4th house. I have said before on this forum about how I identify with Pisces even though I have sun in 20 Scorpio. My Scorpio sun is conjunct Neptune in 17 Scorpio, 12th house—maybe having Neptune in 12th house is why I feel like such a Pisces, 99 percent of the time. I am gentle, adaptable, easy-going, sensitive, indecisive, escapist, fearful, etc –very much the stereotypical Pisces.

                But oh boy, when it’s about the Mom issue, or anything related to childhood, that is when the Scorpio comes flaming up all the way from my gut, exploding into a mushroom cloud in my heart, and consuming all of me. If I didn’t have this issue, I wouldn’t know anything about what Scorpio is.

                • Libraquarius, just to add on to what you said about feeling lighter.

                  I love words, I love language. So it should be hard for me to pick one word that I love more than any other–but funny thing is, it’s not hard at all.

                  The word I love most is “light” because it is about “light” as in sunshine, candlelight, radiance, knowledge, and enlightenment, but also because it is about “light” as in playful, buoyant, graceful, effortless, simple, airy, and fun. Sometimes, I can lighten up when I am feeling down, just by thinking about the word “light” and its meanings. :)

                • i’m not sure either of you really gets what I mean and the moment has passed so am opting out but will look up your chiron and hook u up with the deets later saggita x

  10. My room walls looked exactly like Chloe’s (although I dont have scorp anywhere in my chart). I remember covering my walls with both popular celebs and also aesthetically pleasing ads and with my libra asc. always had to have everything symmetrical. Also I was obsessed with trying to cover literally every inch of my wall. Annnnnd had a bed spread that was an intricate oceanic painting.(dont know exactly where that came from)

    Now 10 years later my room has giant posters everywhere: a pink marilyn monroe one, a gold buddha one, a french champagne one, a satelitte image of San Francisco and a forest one. I think Im ok to have those things represent my “LIFE CULTURE”. Obviously showing my venus and mercury influence.

  11. From the pale purple walls to the carefully arranged treasures on my dresser and chest of drawers, to the mixed color and floral print bedding, there was little about my bedroom that is not part of my life culture today.

    I cut mats to “frame” all the Pre-Raphaelite or Art Nouveau images I could find as well as my own drawings. I also had a poster of David Bowie looking suave, sophisticated, and terribly sexy in that iconic white suit of his and a poster of Adam Ant decked out in his highwayman regalia.

    The posters may be gone, but the taste in art remains.

  12. I absolutely love chloe seveigny!

    I resonant with some of the stories above about not having a bedroom, while I did and I shared w sister, I was the oldest of five and we lived in a converted banana shed, tiny house. There was not much space physically or psychically for self expression. With moon and mars in pisces I’ve rarely if ever felt like I relate to my room or houses. Mars there indicates the reality of a dominating father. Won’t go into that story.

    But now you got me worried, I’ve never been able to develop my relationship with my bedroom as much as I want to create a love nest, or energy clearing serene room.

    What’s the solution?

  13. I was an only child. My teenage bedroom was immaculate, organized. I had framed photos of my favorite pets and life events, no posters. There was a space for everything and everything was put away. Even my closets were cleanly arranged. I even requested an executive size walnut desk be placed in my room, and I had a typewriter.

    I’ve never thought about it at all until this moment, how really strange that must have been for a teenager. I had a secret drawer where I kept my Tarot and such, as my parents strongly disapproved.

    I have Neptune in Scorpio, on the midheaven. Somehow this sounds more like the room of a Capricorn than a Cancer Sun/Aqua rising. Not sure what this says about my Life Culture. As a teen, I would have thought it cheap and childish to put magazine clips and such on my walls. And I would have thought it was destructive to the walls. Was I ever really a teen? How serious I’ve always been….How totally strange!

  14. My teenage bedroom was pictures of bands I loved – photos from magazines and sketches I’d done. . . some fantasy art but most of them were sketches of my favourite musicians . . . an onyx chess set . . . no mirrors . . . crystals. . . I think I had a periodic table. . . a few pictures of my best friend by the bed. I did a lot of art then, but didn’t see any live bands.

    My now bedroom is lined with towers of boxes containing craft supplies. My life now . . . live music every weekend . . . following bands I love around the country, and taking my own photographs. I never get time to make art anymore.

    . . . so I guess my room reflects my desires. It’s the things I love, but don’t have the resources to pursue.

  15. Mine had Gary Numan and Alien posters. Funny, but I hate anything on the walls now. With a 6 year old there is always enough shit on the floor to compensate…

  16. With cap on 12th, bedroom was nice but it was a room for sleeping, not hanging out in. Waking in the morning making bed .setting everything right then starting the day…
    Moon in scorp in 8th saturn and pluto squaring it, mom enforced the theory that there was no reason to return to the room until bedtime.
    So glad that’s over, as adult bedrooms have been changed/redecorated many times always soft and luxurious. Venus, merc and mars in pisces,rock.

  17. OMG – Chloe’s wall is like MINE was circa mid 90′s…. Jeepers. I had posters, ads, photos, quotes, recepites (!?!) even old broken jewelery was tacked up, it was a true montage. But I did restrain it at first by drawing ‘corners’ the ornate, framelike kind in charcoal to constrain it…. after a while it crept over the lines tho!
    Now days my room is very minimal. Bed, ottoman, shrine, dresser. Only dearly beloved, and feng shui appropriate pictures are in there. Colour scheme is wood, and blue/white, with the occasional splash of magenta or purple.
    But I have a 2 bed flat to myself, so my spare room has much more clutter, and all my craft stuff. During my sharehousing years, I had an eclectic room still, with heaps of books, knickknacks, pictures etc – all my individuality expressed there, similar to Chloe’s second room…. but less intense.
    And was it indicative of my life culture? Yes, it was eclectic, currious, flamboyant and beautiful. All things I nurture in my life. I do want a cork board tho, I used to have 2, but one remained at my mums from one of my various returns to nest, and she uses it, and the other got mouldy during a wet season a few years ago, so I turfed it out. I’ve been looking, but keep forgetting to pick one up…
    Sun Scorp, Cancer Moon, Sagg Venus. For some reason I think thats important….

  18. TOTALLY Kataka :D Stuff piled on every surface; 18 (overflowing) shelves of books; 2 (overflowing) cupboards ful of clothes; unfinished projects everywhere; art, jewellery & sharp things hiding in unexpected places.

    And I knew *exactly* where everything was.

    (Not much has changed!)

  19. I didn’t have anything at all on my walls. I think it was because I always had to be studious, top of the class, and got to be very serious about life in general. I never realised how bare my walls were until this post. But trust me, the walls of my workroom now are full of colour and my own artwork. Weird, looking back. I didn’t have much fun as a kid or teenager at all.

  20. I somehow convinced my mom that I should be allowed to paint my walls black when I was thirteen. I exclusively used colored lightbulbs. I didn’t need regular lights since I never did my schoolwork. I had a beaded curtain and a beanbag chair and my mattress on the floor. I attribute all the black and blue to a heavily aspected Neptune and an influential Saturn-Venus opposition. Colorful psychedelic collages, drawings, posters, etc. overlaid the black almost completely … maybe hinting at a Uranus rising or even just the overly excited Aries sun??

    My Kataka moon is evidenced by the strip of multicolored daisy wallpaper along the center of my walls, selected by my parents when I was an infant. I couldn’t quite let go of this when I painted my room black – the babyish flowers were included in the mix, even during the Nine Inch Nails and white drugs phase.

    • that tiny slither of wallpaper that came with you through NIN etc is hauntiingly poignant – am guessing you came through the fog unscathed because you’re speaking in past tense – kudos to you and your watery moon xxx

  21. My room echoed Chloe as well. Covered every inch with images out of magazines and other sources though my father wouldn’t let me buy mags because he thought they would corrupt my brain or something ridiculous like that so I had to lift them from dentist offices, etc. I also had lots of hand-drawn ancient cult symbols that I researched at the school library. Lots of volcanic rocks, clam shells I used as bowls to hold little things like candies or keys etc. Lots of candles. 21 now and my walls are still covered. Poems, collages of paintings for both the benevolent and the devouring aspects of the feminine, quotes, pages out of the Sandman & Calvin & Hobbes comics, images of Pele, film posters, Moomin & Bunny Suicides postcards, etc. Still using the clam shells. Still have the the volcanic rocks.

    I have Gemini on the IC, might explain my need for everything everywhere. My floor has always been one giant bookshelf.

    People who live with blank walls actually make me nervous, I don’t understand it at all. And if their walls are beige, I run out the door screaming.

  22. My ceiling was covered in feathers dangling from fishing lines and the walls were completely covered in black and white photos I took of trees and thunderstorms….and of course one corner dedicated to pop singers and movie stars. These days my walls are covered in similar pictures that I’ve painted.

    Apart from my sagg sun, I have double scorpio like Chloe – you can see a recent portrait of her on my website:-)

  23. Me: Leo Libra Rising, all my beauty icons, fave models, hot guys, pictures i liked, horses, saints, unicorns – endless collage, creative on a budget, never stuck for an idea or for passion. I DID go off and work in fashion/model and to this day i still have pictures of my fave models, artwork and cute guys on the wall of my kitchen only its got bills and more bills and doctors appointments in there as well now lol