Baddie Aesthetic Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Not like anything has changed. It’s the same as it was with the aesthetics of poison. I like to imagine it as my own space by hanging framed images of actual Space. I don’t show off as a lover of black on the outside, and don’t overdo it—I mean, dark makeup and sorts. Even my home didn’t have a gothic vibe until I came across this interior design on social media. I know I made the right choice by that. Because even after all these months, I’m still stunned by the design.

They were missing the point. Grace participated. Just not out loud. Her participation was the mural she painted on the wall of the community center when she was fifteen—the one the local paper wrote a half-page article about. Her participation was the portraits she made of club members, each one rendered with the specific accuracy of someone who watched people without them noticing. Axel saw his portrait and didn't speak for thirty seconds. Duke looked at his and said only: "That's honest." It was the highest compliment he knew how to give.

I just stood there, and I was more than ready to confront him. JASON I couldn’t stop thinking about Alicia at the meeting that I had with some of my clients. She looked so pretty when she left with Lisa to do some shopping. I swear that girl would put on a plastic bag and still look like a fucken model. The black dress that she had on hugged her so well and there was nothing that turned me on like the messy hair bun that she had when she left with Lisa. She was the type of a girl that made other girls hate her because of her beauty.

••~~MADDISON~~•• Oh come on, Maddison… this is Corian’s doctor. How could that give you the ick? My eyes trailed where he was looking. Corian had art on basically every wall.... bold, moody pieces that looked like they’d been through some shit. One canvas behind him grabbed me; all shadows, messy smudges, and these deep, bleeding reds. His art made this huge, cold billionaire house feel a little less like a museum and a little more like… somebody actually lived here. Like somebody actually felt stuff.

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

I didn’t even know that Grandpa was busy furnishing while I was busy trying to kill myself. The fully furnished two-bedroom apartment met my taste. The black leather couches in the small living room with 46” flat tv screen mounted on the wall, a 60” framed art poster of my favorite football team, taken during their championship game. A small kitchen with stainless steel appliances and what caught my attention was the latest coffeemaker. Then the coal-colored cupboards, countertops, and kitchen island. My dark blue-colored bedroom had queen size bed, two nightstands, and a closet of the same color. There was a small bathroom attached to it.

It’s not your usual spot—more like something out of a punk rock music video. The exterior is painted matte black with neon purple accents, and through the windows, I can see the servers all decked out in black, tattoos, and piercings galore. All colors and styles of hair are on show, from rainbow mohawks to wild blue bangs. The interior is dark, with edgy artwork on the walls and industrial-style furniture. It’s a far cry from the sunny, pastel cafés I’m used to, but it suits Cass perfectly. In fact, it makes Cass look a little vanilla.

it's was different from the first one she had been to. The bedroom interior theme was black and white, the owner of this bedroom must have been against bright colors and also a freak, who else would make the theme of its bedroom black and white? The wallpaper was also designed in black and white, and so was the thick curtains, there was this scary-looking painting of a ghost slightly above the bed interior, it sends shivers down her spine when she stares at it. The bedroom can not be referred to as beautiful but exotic and exquisite. glance back at the man standing there, now he had taken to combing his hair.

She lifted her head and opened her eyes. God, who the heck had lived here? The wallpaper was awful. Black and silver interlocking circles, supposed to be modern, just looked crap. It certainly wasn't a house paper, more like a nineties night club; she could see that someone had once painted the walls black as well. Crickey, it must have looked like a cave. The wall behind her was painted a pale mauve colour, like mouldy Parma violet sweets.

“But cafés need personality. What’s your brand?” She blinked at him. “Seriously,” he continued. “Are you cozy Parisian bakery? Modern minimalist? Rustic farmhouse? You need a direction before you choose colors.” She walked slowly toward the window, thinking. “I want warmth. Somewhere people can bring their laptops but also hate their dates.” “Then wallpaper might not be a bad idea.” She turned sharply. “Wallpaper?” “Not the old floral disaster kind. Textured wallpaper with subtle patterns. It adds depth to the place.”