Many of you might scoff at the idea, but a lot of us have been through having a bed on the floor at some point in our lives...I had one when my boyfriend at the time and I broke up and I moved in with a girl I barely knew who had about 4 cats, and the house smelled like pee, and bad perfume, and I went to sleep crying every night with my one box of C.D.'s as decor, and a "Sharper Image" sound machine that barely sounded like a waterfall, in my hope that it would drown out the leaky toilet sound that pulsated from the hallway.
In that scenario I didn't have a chance to make it look as amazing as these pics because I moved out after about 3 weeks, but I do have to say,there is something quite freeing, untethered, and even charming about having a bed that sits on the floor.
A bed on the floor sometimes gives the impression that maybe a person doesn't have their shit completely together.
I like that. Maybe it reminds me that we all go through phases of not having our shit together, and sometimes that can be fun.
Photo's via -Tumblr (let me know if you know)