i dont think there was more than a moment in which my dorm room felt like a hotel room.

From the first moment i unlocked the door it felt like a home, like someone had lived her, like i lived here.

it didnt feel like the over sanitized furniture you are afraid to sit on, or the strange attempt of the air to not feel stale. the pale unoriginality and miscellaneous graffiti

the walls are cinderblocks, and somehow that doesnt make me feel trapped, i feel at home, at peace

perfect