My desktop background is a rotating folder of many backgrounds. I have a wall. I love my wall. It's currently in a very different state, because this is an old photo and I am no longer in this room (this is like, three moves ago) but I don't have a camera decent enough to do it justice and some of the things are still there. The collection of poems on the bottom right are Chandler, given to me by a fantastic teacher who is now a friend. The photo in the middle was used on the cover of my book (and happens to be of my best friend's hand). The drawing in the top middle is a sketch done by Jeph Jacques, author of Questionable Content. The two tickets below it are to Big Day Out (the once-great music festival) and Paramore, I think (a concert I went to for a girl I had dated). The poem next to it is Koyczan's 6:59a: The wall has new additions now, and some things have been removed. I have posters from exhibitions I've worked. Some of my art's on the wall. All of it is relevant and important and personal, and the wall is what makes my room my home. More photos here
I love these, thank you so much for sharing. This poem caught my attention. I'm not sure what to make of it, it's beautiful, but the inner soldier-lover in me is a little offended. Either way, very powerful :) And you should love your wall, it's freakin sweet. I used to collect bottle/beer caps and stick em to my wall. Over time, I had a massive mural of unique caps scaling my bedroom wall. my mom threw em out one summer and said i was too grown up :'((((
It's one of my favourite poems, I think. Simple. Beautiful. Ah, thank you! I love it so much, and whenever I move it's one of the last things I take down, because my room without it isn't my room.