These walls obviously hide monsters. I mean clearly. How could they not bleed and melt at night and expose wailing demons? NO THANK YOU. Just the photo gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Would you expect anything less from a prominent fashion photographer? I bet he hires models to sashay around his house full time.
Sometimes you want things tranquil, sometimes vibrant. Just switch sides here and you're set!
Honey, go build a new one while I finish diner, will you?
Every night it's like a flock of fairies sing me to sleep. Ahhhh, soothing.
Living in a house carved of chocolate sounds like a melty, slippery, sticky, queasy-making dream. I'm willing to take one for the team and give it the old college try.
I prefer to feel like I'm sleeping in my own coffin. Cozy!
How do you expect me to sleep when I'm living in a fantasy wonderland?