How I wish my desk looked:
|It's so beautiful it almost makes me okay with wax melting on books.|
How my desk actually looks:
|Is that last week's popsicle stick?|
Reality is such a nasty mundane thing. I much prefer fiction.
Please continue imagining me in a cave with lots of beautifully dripping candles surrounded by meticulously handwritten work that totally isn't just about to go up in flames.