her room

by theuglyearring

“Later, she would remember these years, and realize with astonishment that she had, by fifteen, decided on most of the assumptions she would carry for the rest of her life: that people were essentially not evil, that perfection was death, that life was better than order and a little chaos good for the soul. Most important, this life was all. Unfortunately, she forgot these things, and had to remember them the hard way.”

— Marilyn French (The Women’s Room)

(painting by  Vilhem Hammershø reminds me of my bedroom in our old home)