I’m obsessed with hanging things from my ceiling because I like my room to glitter and sparkle.
These are leftover stars from my virtual birthday party.
They were all attached on one string, but I cut them when they got tangled and now I have shimmering 3D stars above my bed to grant me wishes in my sleep.
I’m thinking, I need more things dangling from my ceilings to make me happy.
What can I say? I am an eccentric. (My excuse for the wild decor around my apartment.)
