I was looking at the wallpaper. IT was not very pretty, but it was a run down not to mention cheap motel after all. What was I doing here? Did I have so far to run in my life that I would end up like this? My mother might think so.
In the midst of everything, I can’t help but notice how fucking ugly these walls are. How painfully white – they stare at me. The stupid wallpaper border around the ceiling. I’m never coming back here. I’m done with this piece of hell. So I walk out. That place is a prison. Those walls aren’t my friends – they stare. They stare at my mundane job. My mundane marriage. So I walk the fuck out. And I’m never coming back.
the wallpaper moves, my eyes follow the sinewy lines. it’s pink, then black, then yellow. i follow its dance, thinking about how quickly the color changes, thinking about how strange the wallpaper looks. it would be an ugly yarn, only fit for a scarf.
i used to sit in the bathroom downstairs. the one that one on wanted to use because it was a tiny hole under the stairs with a toilet and a sink. i had always imagined myself one day, tearing the existing wallpaper down and replacing it with old sheet music.
why don’t you wrap me up in something durable, where no one will have to see me for minutes or centuries. hotel stripes and old motel flowers can replace my skin so semmlessly.
My walls don’t have wallpaper. they’re just painted white. I wish I could paint my walls, but Noooooo, big bad aparement heads say no. or maybe im wrong. Idk. bleh.
wallpaper can be the mosat interesting of pictures when you want to find the perfect one. It can depict your mood or how you want the world to be or even what you wish for. I like my green wallpapers.
It was green and horrible. It lloked like one of those Andes mints had thrown up all over our dining room. What was she thinking?
“What do you think?”
What do I think? I think it’s an abomination.
“It looks…fine.”
The wallpaper in the room was crackling off of the walls it was glued to, the edges yellowed and decaying. Someone lived here, he though. Broken toys, dolls, all relics of a distant time, were strewn haphazardly across the floor. These people had left quickly.
i hate wallpaper. i’d much rather just paint the wall. in fact, i love picking out colors to paint my walls. wallpaper is so messy. and it looks awful when it’s peeling. it also makes the home look like it’s older than it actually is. and people come over and are like, damn, your home is so old, my great grandparents could have lived here!!
wallpaper reminds me of my grandmothers house, the paper always comeing off and the cold smell of concrete all around me where always over powering in that mexican home. It was made completely out of concrete but it was pleasant in there.
wallpaper is the stuff that you put on the walls to make the white walls go away. no one likes living in a room with plain old white walls, thus wallpaper. Personally i prefer paint, there is much more that you can do with paint.
THE WALLPAPER ON THE WALLS NEEDS TO BE DESTROYED…ITS HIDEOUS!!! WHY ANYONE WOULD WANT IT IS BEYOND ME…REDICULOUS! I HAVE NEVER HAD WALLPAPER IN MY ROOM BEFORE.
I didn’t know what to do with the wallpaper. There were stacks of it in a closet and in the divorce, I figured that everything being equal, we would split it down the middle. we didn’t really argue or fight. we were agreeable. about everything. even the divorce. except for the wallpaper.
It lives on the walls of our house. Some houses have old wallpaper from early and it is now very valuable. Most people tear down wallpaper to either paint their room or put new wallpaper up that is more stylish for that time period.
The vibrant neon green and pink wallpaper brightens the room and fills you with excitment and energy the minute you walk in. Then as soon as you walk out it all goes away. It’s amazing how wallpaper can change a room and the feeling you get from it.
It was a simple rose pattern. The wallpaper wasn’t mine. It belonged to the girl sleeping on my chest. She was without a shadow of a doubt one of the most amazing people I’d ever met, wrapped up in an elegant package.
Wallpaper plastered to the house…. never done it… maybe one day… but isnt wallpaper going out of style? Everything goes in and out of style… hell girls might even be wearing shoulder pads soon again… the end of the world has to be near.
Wallpaper is such a strange commodity, it has the texture of a leathery whip, and the appeal of such for a BDSM advocate. There’s nothing I like more than feeling my stiff nipples C-Walking across wallpaper as I’m getting straddled.
I hate wallpaper. Pointless sticky adhesive decorations that can never be changed…so permanent unless you want to spend forever peeling it off…I guess I should admire someone who uses wallpaper for making such a decisive decision.
That cowboy wallpaper. I stared at it every night, from my earliest memories, to the day I moved out of my attic room. I left my po’dunk cow town, dreaming of bigger things, but I found I couldn’t sleep staring at a white wall.
I see the bland cowboy wallpaper of the past staring back at me. It’s gross. My parents will take it down, but I don’t want to cause anymore tension in the family. I can;t bear to see arguing over eggplant and sepia color schemes
The wallpaaper was coming off the wall. I could imagine that in a few years it would cover the floor, exposing the wood panels that were the entirety of the room. It was a sad sight. So much had happened in that one room.
Any time you want to press me against the wallpaper, I’d be okay with that. But, you’d rather be with anyone else. So go…stay…go…I don’t know. Maybe it’s better to be alone after all.
it is so good to be a wallpaper. i have so much fun by spending my day watching what the humans do all day. Sometimes it’s a little gross, but fun anyways. I wish you could know what i’m talking about. Maybe you’
I never had any wallpaper growing up. Every room that I’ve ever lived in, the walls were always so bear. I would wonder what it would be like picking out a costum design for myself. I know that their are people out there that spend a lot of time and money choosing a design for themselves.
wallpaper is a great substance. yes, i said substance. it is something to cover up. like make up. which comes from mineral substances. there are so many “natural” make ups out there now. people trying to cash in. the most natural thing? no make up. just plain beauty. no cash needed.
What i know about hanging wallpaper could be summed up in one word…nothing. I don’t care for removing it either. that i have done. It is messy and frustrating. i heard that during the dust bowls, when they heard bugs crawling under the wallpaper, they would iron the paper.
wallpaper is a very important thing in mobile,nowadays all the mobiles have this option.we can add so many things in wall paper.
I was looking at the wallpaper. IT was not very pretty, but it was a run down not to mention cheap motel after all. What was I doing here? Did I have so far to run in my life that I would end up like this? My mother might think so.
In the midst of everything, I can’t help but notice how fucking ugly these walls are. How painfully white – they stare at me. The stupid wallpaper border around the ceiling. I’m never coming back here. I’m done with this piece of hell. So I walk out. That place is a prison. Those walls aren’t my friends – they stare. They stare at my mundane job. My mundane marriage. So I walk the fuck out. And I’m never coming back.
the wallpaper moves, my eyes follow the sinewy lines. it’s pink, then black, then yellow. i follow its dance, thinking about how quickly the color changes, thinking about how strange the wallpaper looks. it would be an ugly yarn, only fit for a scarf.
i used to sit in the bathroom downstairs. the one that one on wanted to use because it was a tiny hole under the stairs with a toilet and a sink. i had always imagined myself one day, tearing the existing wallpaper down and replacing it with old sheet music.
why don’t you wrap me up in something durable, where no one will have to see me for minutes or centuries. hotel stripes and old motel flowers can replace my skin so semmlessly.
My walls don’t have wallpaper. they’re just painted white. I wish I could paint my walls, but Noooooo, big bad aparement heads say no. or maybe im wrong. Idk. bleh.
screw wallpaper anyway. XD
layer upon layer with paint in between. What were they thinking? am I the first to believe that a little work now means a much better solution?
wallpaper can be the mosat interesting of pictures when you want to find the perfect one. It can depict your mood or how you want the world to be or even what you wish for. I like my green wallpapers.
There’s nothing left
But the wallpaper
I couldn’t rip away
Even the walls have deserted us
ugh ever read the short story, the yellow wallpaper? its kinda weird and interesting, definitely pick it up and read it.
It was green and horrible. It lloked like one of those Andes mints had thrown up all over our dining room. What was she thinking?
“What do you think?”
What do I think? I think it’s an abomination.
“It looks…fine.”
The wallpaper in the room was crackling off of the walls it was glued to, the edges yellowed and decaying. Someone lived here, he though. Broken toys, dolls, all relics of a distant time, were strewn haphazardly across the floor. These people had left quickly.
no wallpaper, just paint.
i hate wallpaper. i’d much rather just paint the wall. in fact, i love picking out colors to paint my walls. wallpaper is so messy. and it looks awful when it’s peeling. it also makes the home look like it’s older than it actually is. and people come over and are like, damn, your home is so old, my great grandparents could have lived here!!
wallpaper reminds me of my grandmothers house, the paper always comeing off and the cold smell of concrete all around me where always over powering in that mexican home. It was made completely out of concrete but it was pleasant in there.
wallpaper is the stuff that you put on the walls to make the white walls go away. no one likes living in a room with plain old white walls, thus wallpaper. Personally i prefer paint, there is much more that you can do with paint.
THE WALLPAPER ON THE WALLS NEEDS TO BE DESTROYED…ITS HIDEOUS!!! WHY ANYONE WOULD WANT IT IS BEYOND ME…REDICULOUS! I HAVE NEVER HAD WALLPAPER IN MY ROOM BEFORE.
I found some ancient astronaut wallpaper from the 60’s up in my friend’s attic. All I wanted to do was beat up some rats.
I didn’t know what to do with the wallpaper. There were stacks of it in a closet and in the divorce, I figured that everything being equal, we would split it down the middle. we didn’t really argue or fight. we were agreeable. about everything. even the divorce. except for the wallpaper.
It lives on the walls of our house. Some houses have old wallpaper from early and it is now very valuable. Most people tear down wallpaper to either paint their room or put new wallpaper up that is more stylish for that time period.
wallpaper is annoying i prefer plain colored walls so that i can just paint over and over on top of what i previously painted
The vibrant neon green and pink wallpaper brightens the room and fills you with excitment and energy the minute you walk in. Then as soon as you walk out it all goes away. It’s amazing how wallpaper can change a room and the feeling you get from it.
It was a simple rose pattern. The wallpaper wasn’t mine. It belonged to the girl sleeping on my chest. She was without a shadow of a doubt one of the most amazing people I’d ever met, wrapped up in an elegant package.
Wallpaper plastered to the house…. never done it… maybe one day… but isnt wallpaper going out of style? Everything goes in and out of style… hell girls might even be wearing shoulder pads soon again… the end of the world has to be near.
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Wallpaper is such a strange commodity, it has the texture of a leathery whip, and the appeal of such for a BDSM advocate. There’s nothing I like more than feeling my stiff nipples C-Walking across wallpaper as I’m getting straddled.
I hate wallpaper. Pointless sticky adhesive decorations that can never be changed…so permanent unless you want to spend forever peeling it off…I guess I should admire someone who uses wallpaper for making such a decisive decision.
That cowboy wallpaper. I stared at it every night, from my earliest memories, to the day I moved out of my attic room. I left my po’dunk cow town, dreaming of bigger things, but I found I couldn’t sleep staring at a white wall.
what you see when you finally close your web browser after spending all night clicking links.
Window dressing, wallpaper, things you see but fail to notice. I am one you both fail to see and fail to notice.
I see the bland cowboy wallpaper of the past staring back at me. It’s gross. My parents will take it down, but I don’t want to cause anymore tension in the family. I can;t bear to see arguing over eggplant and sepia color schemes
I prefer the wallpapers without images because they are less sad
The wallpaaper was coming off the wall. I could imagine that in a few years it would cover the floor, exposing the wood panels that were the entirety of the room. It was a sad sight. So much had happened in that one room.
Any time you want to press me against the wallpaper, I’d be okay with that. But, you’d rather be with anyone else. So go…stay…go…I don’t know. Maybe it’s better to be alone after all.
Pretty pretty wallpaper stuck on my wall. How long have you been there? Are you lonely?
it is so good to be a wallpaper. i have so much fun by spending my day watching what the humans do all day. Sometimes it’s a little gross, but fun anyways. I wish you could know what i’m talking about. Maybe you’
I never had any wallpaper growing up. Every room that I’ve ever lived in, the walls were always so bear. I would wonder what it would be like picking out a costum design for myself. I know that their are people out there that spend a lot of time and money choosing a design for themselves.
wallpaper is a great substance. yes, i said substance. it is something to cover up. like make up. which comes from mineral substances. there are so many “natural” make ups out there now. people trying to cash in. the most natural thing? no make up. just plain beauty. no cash needed.
What i know about hanging wallpaper could be summed up in one word…nothing. I don’t care for removing it either. that i have done. It is messy and frustrating. i heard that during the dust bowls, when they heard bugs crawling under the wallpaper, they would iron the paper.