The tarot cards. And they’re beautiful. There’s a lot in the world I’m just not used to–but one is still that I can make the space I live in look how I want it to look. It’s funny because I used to hang posters in my room like crazy and they’re still my favorite thing to hang–prints of all sorts–just now they’re not reproductions of originals I’ll never be able to afford to see.
I am mentally exhausted. But I’m not sure how one rests her brain. I need to figure it out, though, because I’m pretty miserable at the moment. It’s all for good reason and I am happy with the results. But man.
Tiny Cat Pants 