a lack of wallpaper. woodpaneling instead. i miss it already. home just isn’t the same without you. but i’ve gotta learn to put on the brave face. i can do this.
shel
The wallpaper was peeling.
I honestly don’t know why that was the first thing I noticed. After all, there was a pile of rotting corpses in the corner, and Brett had started dry retching, but the first thing I picked up on was the wallpaper.
The bloody-floral-blue-and-yellow-wallpaper was peeling.
asdf
sous
everything covered in a damask pattern, your victorian edges seem so sad to me. a little reminder of an elegant time now long-lost.
alex
wallpaper kitsch, hello frankie. little cats cavort and gambol and purr, kittens in bows; for the thinking woman. nurseries and peter rabbit, is this your perfect day? on the wild and misty hillside, fear is nature’s warning, but in this warm pretty room fear comes only in darkness’ shadow. darkness is not just the absence of light, but a negative force in and of itself, and children know this better than any.
shadows slink in shaded corners and the nightmares of your past present and glimpsed future follow you down the hallway. try not to run and jump into your bed, little one, for they say that fear is only a state of mind; but one that grips you in a cold terror and rules your world.
claire
i love wallpapers whether it is of nature, animals, paintings, or any beautiful things. wallpaper are interesting and very entertaining. i love seeing others wallpapers too. its
kitch
has drapes covering its edges. little known fact, it’s usually ugly in movies. I hate light green wallpaper. I love red wallpaer..until i realize it’s too passionate and I rather more subtlety.
wallflower
i like to change my desktop wallpaper.
it says me!
ayc
fuck that shit
hitler
Paper on the wall is known as wallpaper. It brings out one’s personality. Different types of wallpapers define different people. Wallpapers change often.
LolaX
I currently don`t have a wallpaper. I wish I had one though. The screen is empty without it, and everyone should have one just for once
marean
He loomed down at her, his face like gravelly wallpaper. Behind him the moon shone on the wall, casting shadows. Who was he? Why was his face made of stone?
oons
‘It was a night of cold rain, and the pavements were dashed with smears of light. As I looked from the window, and noted the despondent biliousness, I realized that the grass withereth, the flower fadeth. The wallpaper hung in dank strips. … She began to play. You would not understand, I suppose, the intellectual emotion of the situation. It is more than curious to sit in these rooms, in the filthiest spot in London, and listen to Moszkowsky, Tchaikowsky, and Sibelius, played by a factory girl. It is something indefinable.’
(edited) from Thomas Burke
mario
buuubt
what is that? i dont know thats so coo;l. i once saw this wallpaper that was with mario, wich is wierd, cuase i literelalyl JSUT say it on stumble upon. but anyway, i wrote that then i wrote butt fro some starnge reason. i wonder if spelling counts on this because i hope it does. or grammar. waiflasfjaslkfh
blah wow i just spent a whole long time writeing about that.
Sophia
there is a room with wallpaper that looks like a bookshelf. But it isn’t real books, and a lot of people under influences see the wallpaper as real books until they realize that its not. Trippy wallpaper is cool and I want a room filled with one. Big. trip.
tired.
Oh holy paper on the wall,
how wonderful your looks that fall
upon our eyes day in day out –
inspiring with amazing beauty,
reminding us of foremost duty,
keeping in view what life’s all about.
yukyuk
The wallpaper was faded and yellowed with age. The tiny scrap was all the girl had left of her mother, however. Tears rushed down her cheeks as she clutched the shred to her chest and rocked back and forth. God, she missed her. The dusty-pink printed flowers offered little comfort.
DiscardedHarmony
Moving wallpaper was one of the funniest programmes of last year – or the year before. It is apparently what soaps are called. Anyway I can never get wallpaper right in my house so now I do paint only. It is easier to apply as well and easier to change if you don’t like it.
A Weir
background of my computer and my walls.It provides ambiance and a good feeling when entering a room, or turning on my computer. It shows a room for what it is, and creates the best looking room when the wallpaper is best. It is beautiful and calming.
Synthose
The wallpaper flooded the rooms all the way to the ceiling. It encroached on the plaster like jungle vines, feeding off of fungus within the walls. Somehow the flowery pattern seemed daunting to me, and almost consumed every inch of my pupil.
Scythe42
I prefer paint, to be honest. I feel like wallpaper matches the person’s personality better, but it’s more stylish. Just use a nice color paint!
Rasina
The wallpaper for the wall sold in Wal-mart had off-the-wall deals!
The wallflower pattern on the wallpaper gave it a distinct look.
It said something about Wally too, the wallpaper sales boy in the shop.
s
“Urgh, can this wallpaper get any uglier?” said Janet to Bob.
“It was the last they had. Promise, I –“
“Save it.” She tapped her shoe on the linoleum floor glaring around at the kitchen. So far they had a table in the middle; the remote hint that a couple now lived there.
Maybe mother was right, she thought, biting her lower lip, avoiding Bob’s guilt ridden face. I should have taken her advice and shopped myself, but I couldn’t, that meeting was at 3:00 P.M. — not enough time due to rush hour traffic and having to come home and make dinner.
Gouldin Lion
The dates of pictures of old carts and women with scratchy yellow noses were covered with blue today. I didn’t want them wiped out of history, why in order to be able to ever see them again I would first have to scratch at their eyes with a steel spatula, either that or a hanker chief drenched in paint remover. Even then I think the image would be ruined, the color of the wall paper would probably melt under the chemical’s force and the expressions of the well groomed ladies disfigured by its stench.
Loser
The wallpaper was green, the color of pea soup and vomit and sometimes my favorite color. It was ridiculus, because it was a generic color for wallpaper. The dctr’s office on the other hand was terribly interesting. SCREAMING KIDS AND TIRED LOOKING MOTHERS
KELLY
bright and blue
fuzzy or not
covering
hiding
revealing
pealing back layers and layers
exposing something
hidden in the 40s
cover it again
with polka dots and prints
florals and shine
covering
haley
bright and blue
fuzzy or not
covering
hiding
revealing
pealing back layers and layers
exposing something
hidden in the 40s
cover it again
with polka dots and prints
florals and shine
covering
haley
wallpaper is cool i have walpaper in my ron BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE peopleEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE pieceEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe hiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
shukri
well one word is a fun site it is so cool i have started doing it today and it is hard i have only
shukri
I fucking hate wallpaper, only old fuckers put that shit up. I would kill a motherfucker if he was like, “Oh, you want some wallpaper up in this bitch?” I’d be fucking livid. Just paint that wall you lazy ass. Looks better, lasts longer, all around better.
Anonymous
i have an awesome wallpaper on my work computer, its the world at night from a satellite and its beautiful
G
I was going to read something called “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Sylvia Plath. I was going to read it, but I realize Plath wasn’t that great. I should be able to relate to adepressed poet, righ
Ras
i hate wallpapaer. paint is much better, my room is painted blue. my boyfriend’s house is all wallpaper and i hate it. like his dinning room is really ugly but i would never tell him that.
bluegirl
i enjoy wallpaper and what it can do for a room. it may be a bitch to remove, but at the end of the day, it’s a brilliant addition to a dreary room
cmgrimm.
Flat, cream colored in the yellow foglight drifting in through the window. He lay in bed, huddled against the pre-dawn cold, watching this wall in the hopes that it would resolve itself into answers for all the great questions in his life
Tom
cover what was once there. Perhaps to hide beauty or perhaps to hide pain. To forget. Not to remember.
Savannah Niwa
the wallpaper was yellow in that story.
i have felt like ripping apart walls, paper, glue, patterns.
but i guess we’ve all gotten a little too lazy for that, haven’t we.
the walls stand. we stand in them, choking to breathe.
i want to tear open my skin. bleed.
xan
wallpaper
Anonymous
wallpapper is everywear. My mom once told me how she and dad put up wallpaper one time. She said its the fastest way to ruin a marraige.Projects are often dangerous. now im stalling ansd spelling poorly
wallpaper
a lack of wallpaper. woodpaneling instead. i miss it already. home just isn’t the same without you. but i’ve gotta learn to put on the brave face. i can do this.
The wallpaper was peeling.
I honestly don’t know why that was the first thing I noticed. After all, there was a pile of rotting corpses in the corner, and Brett had started dry retching, but the first thing I picked up on was the wallpaper.
The bloody-floral-blue-and-yellow-wallpaper was peeling.
everything covered in a damask pattern, your victorian edges seem so sad to me. a little reminder of an elegant time now long-lost.
wallpaper kitsch, hello frankie. little cats cavort and gambol and purr, kittens in bows; for the thinking woman. nurseries and peter rabbit, is this your perfect day? on the wild and misty hillside, fear is nature’s warning, but in this warm pretty room fear comes only in darkness’ shadow. darkness is not just the absence of light, but a negative force in and of itself, and children know this better than any.
shadows slink in shaded corners and the nightmares of your past present and glimpsed future follow you down the hallway. try not to run and jump into your bed, little one, for they say that fear is only a state of mind; but one that grips you in a cold terror and rules your world.
i love wallpapers whether it is of nature, animals, paintings, or any beautiful things. wallpaper are interesting and very entertaining. i love seeing others wallpapers too. its
has drapes covering its edges. little known fact, it’s usually ugly in movies. I hate light green wallpaper. I love red wallpaer..until i realize it’s too passionate and I rather more subtlety.
i like to change my desktop wallpaper.
it says me!
fuck that shit
Paper on the wall is known as wallpaper. It brings out one’s personality. Different types of wallpapers define different people. Wallpapers change often.
I currently don`t have a wallpaper. I wish I had one though. The screen is empty without it, and everyone should have one just for once
He loomed down at her, his face like gravelly wallpaper. Behind him the moon shone on the wall, casting shadows. Who was he? Why was his face made of stone?
‘It was a night of cold rain, and the pavements were dashed with smears of light. As I looked from the window, and noted the despondent biliousness, I realized that the grass withereth, the flower fadeth. The wallpaper hung in dank strips. … She began to play. You would not understand, I suppose, the intellectual emotion of the situation. It is more than curious to sit in these rooms, in the filthiest spot in London, and listen to Moszkowsky, Tchaikowsky, and Sibelius, played by a factory girl. It is something indefinable.’
mario
buuubt
what is that? i dont know thats so coo;l. i once saw this wallpaper that was with mario, wich is wierd, cuase i literelalyl JSUT say it on stumble upon. but anyway, i wrote that then i wrote butt fro some starnge reason. i wonder if spelling counts on this because i hope it does. or grammar. waiflasfjaslkfh
blah wow i just spent a whole long time writeing about that.
there is a room with wallpaper that looks like a bookshelf. But it isn’t real books, and a lot of people under influences see the wallpaper as real books until they realize that its not. Trippy wallpaper is cool and I want a room filled with one. Big. trip.
Oh holy paper on the wall,
how wonderful your looks that fall
upon our eyes day in day out –
inspiring with amazing beauty,
reminding us of foremost duty,
keeping in view what life’s all about.
The wallpaper was faded and yellowed with age. The tiny scrap was all the girl had left of her mother, however. Tears rushed down her cheeks as she clutched the shred to her chest and rocked back and forth. God, she missed her. The dusty-pink printed flowers offered little comfort.
Moving wallpaper was one of the funniest programmes of last year – or the year before. It is apparently what soaps are called. Anyway I can never get wallpaper right in my house so now I do paint only. It is easier to apply as well and easier to change if you don’t like it.
background of my computer and my walls.It provides ambiance and a good feeling when entering a room, or turning on my computer. It shows a room for what it is, and creates the best looking room when the wallpaper is best. It is beautiful and calming.
The wallpaper flooded the rooms all the way to the ceiling. It encroached on the plaster like jungle vines, feeding off of fungus within the walls. Somehow the flowery pattern seemed daunting to me, and almost consumed every inch of my pupil.
I prefer paint, to be honest. I feel like wallpaper matches the person’s personality better, but it’s more stylish. Just use a nice color paint!
The wallpaper for the wall sold in Wal-mart had off-the-wall deals!
The wallflower pattern on the wallpaper gave it a distinct look.
It said something about Wally too, the wallpaper sales boy in the shop.
“Urgh, can this wallpaper get any uglier?” said Janet to Bob.
“It was the last they had. Promise, I –“
“Save it.” She tapped her shoe on the linoleum floor glaring around at the kitchen. So far they had a table in the middle; the remote hint that a couple now lived there.
Maybe mother was right, she thought, biting her lower lip, avoiding Bob’s guilt ridden face. I should have taken her advice and shopped myself, but I couldn’t, that meeting was at 3:00 P.M. — not enough time due to rush hour traffic and having to come home and make dinner.
The dates of pictures of old carts and women with scratchy yellow noses were covered with blue today. I didn’t want them wiped out of history, why in order to be able to ever see them again I would first have to scratch at their eyes with a steel spatula, either that or a hanker chief drenched in paint remover. Even then I think the image would be ruined, the color of the wall paper would probably melt under the chemical’s force and the expressions of the well groomed ladies disfigured by its stench.
The wallpaper was green, the color of pea soup and vomit and sometimes my favorite color. It was ridiculus, because it was a generic color for wallpaper. The dctr’s office on the other hand was terribly interesting. SCREAMING KIDS AND TIRED LOOKING MOTHERS
bright and blue
fuzzy or not
covering
hiding
revealing
pealing back layers and layers
exposing something
hidden in the 40s
cover it again
with polka dots and prints
florals and shine
covering
bright and blue
fuzzy or not
covering
hiding
revealing
pealing back layers and layers
exposing something
hidden in the 40s
cover it again
with polka dots and prints
florals and shine
covering
wallpaper is cool i have walpaper in my ron BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE peopleEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE pieceEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe hiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
well one word is a fun site it is so cool i have started doing it today and it is hard i have only
I fucking hate wallpaper, only old fuckers put that shit up. I would kill a motherfucker if he was like, “Oh, you want some wallpaper up in this bitch?” I’d be fucking livid. Just paint that wall you lazy ass. Looks better, lasts longer, all around better.
i have an awesome wallpaper on my work computer, its the world at night from a satellite and its beautiful
I was going to read something called “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Sylvia Plath. I was going to read it, but I realize Plath wasn’t that great. I should be able to relate to adepressed poet, righ
i hate wallpapaer. paint is much better, my room is painted blue. my boyfriend’s house is all wallpaper and i hate it. like his dinning room is really ugly but i would never tell him that.
i enjoy wallpaper and what it can do for a room. it may be a bitch to remove, but at the end of the day, it’s a brilliant addition to a dreary room
Flat, cream colored in the yellow foglight drifting in through the window. He lay in bed, huddled against the pre-dawn cold, watching this wall in the hopes that it would resolve itself into answers for all the great questions in his life
cover what was once there. Perhaps to hide beauty or perhaps to hide pain. To forget. Not to remember.
the wallpaper was yellow in that story.
i have felt like ripping apart walls, paper, glue, patterns.
but i guess we’ve all gotten a little too lazy for that, haven’t we.
the walls stand. we stand in them, choking to breathe.
i want to tear open my skin. bleed.
wallpaper
wallpapper is everywear. My mom once told me how she and dad put up wallpaper one time. She said its the fastest way to ruin a marraige.Projects are often dangerous. now im stalling ansd spelling poorly