#black tiled shower walls

[graysonwhite]

3/4 Bath Bathroom in Los Angeles Large, modern bathroom with travertine flooring, a one-piece toilet, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, blue walls, an undermount sink, and limestone countertops.

[raynaweber]

3/4 Bath Bathroom in Los Angeles Large, modern bathroom with travertine flooring, a one-piece toilet, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, blue walls, an undermount sink, and limestone countertops.

[grilledcheese-samwich]

Los Angeles Bathroom Large, modern bathroom with travertine flooring, a one-piece toilet, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, blue walls, an undermount sink, and limestone countertops.

[heyitswil]

Los Angeles 3/4 Bath Large, modern bathroom with travertine flooring, a one-piece toilet, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, blue walls, an undermount sink, and limestone countertops.

[we-can-be-hysterical]

Bathroom in Los Angeles Inspiration for a large, modern bathroom remodel with a travertine floor, 3/4-inch black-and-white ceramic tile, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, a one-piece toilet, blue walls, an undermount sink, and limestone countertops.

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG jbanksdesign

[sepiasims]

Master Bath in Minneapolis

[shyniisparkles]

Bathroom - Transitional Bathroom Inspiration for a large transitional master white tile cement tile floor and white floor bathroom remodel with shaker cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, a two-piece toilet, white walls, an undermount sink, limestone countertops, a hinged shower door and white countertops

[hotspothutspot]

Bathroom 3/4 Bath

[thetwinsofevil]

Master Bath Bathroom in New York

[krispeetersvisitingthings]

Bathroom 3/4 Bath (Austin)

[mothercain]

I turn off the yellow lights so the bathroom is only red. The sound of the cheap projector spinning, humming quietly, endlessly. I close the door and I lock it and then close the door and I lock it and then I stand under the water. The drugs round the corners of the shower slightly and I'm able to stick my hand through the tile if I want but only if I want. I will always look for a crack in the wall through which to feel it. To touch it. To put it in my mouth and my mouth on it. It's easier when it is dark and when it is cold or when it is suffocatingly hot but always when I'm alone. It does not come to me where other people can see it, unless I take the drugs, at which point no one can see me though I can see all of them. I want to stare at the sun for a while, but not nakedly. Instead I hang up quilt over quilt and watch it try to get through. I want to take more drugs because I want to get high because I want to see it and wrap myself up in it. Maybe I should do drugs before I do interviews. I make all my music high out of my mind, it seems silly to talk about it later while sober. Do I even know what I'm talking about when I'm sober? I'm recounting a memory of an experience I had with God, now with God having left the room. I don't have to explain to you what I'm talking about it, you already know. I don't care who you are, you know. You've been alone at least once in your life so you know. I blacked out every window of my bedroom in the attic in Pennsylvania and I rocked back and forth on my bed with the drugs and I cried asking for it to come to me. I want it all the time. I am so angry that it will let me near but it won't let me stay. It's so cruel. It laughs at me when I realize we are not the same. I'm going to take more drugs and get in the shower and put my hand through the tile. I know you can hear me. It's happening to everybody.

[pukicho]

What's the weirdest dream/nightmare you've had?

Pukicho story time???

This happened in 2004, I lived in Ireland. I had one very particular dream that I still often think about to this day:

It started in an unusual flat, somewhere up high. It was modern for the time, it felt decidedly Y2K. Every piece of furniture, the walls, the lamps, they were all bright pink. It was so trendy that it almost felt like a parody of itself, but I was a kid, and my mind wasn't clever enough for the act of parody. I would've simply forgotten this flat ever existed if the latter-half of the dream didn't leave such a permanent mark on my memory - now I can recall every last detail.

I asked a stranger to use the restroom. The toilet was downstairs, so I opened up the door to a utility stairwell and began heading down, alone.

I could look through the center of the staircase column, it was pitch-black and there was no visible bottom. I remember going down the staircase for hours, literal hours - A dark, oppressive hum from pipes and vents blinded my ears and shook the inside of my stomach with its volume. I remember thinking how long the dream felt in this moment, I recall getting consciously impatient, but I kept going. My eyes couldn't adjust to the nearly invisible-darkness surrounding me so I put my hand against the walls and handrail for guidance and shuffled downward like a blind man without his walking-stick.

Finally, only a moment before the tension would have juddered me awake, I found the door to the bathroom. I opened it up; to my relief there was light. The room was rectangular, on one end was a boxed-shaped shower with fogged glass, on the other end, a toilet. The floor and wall were decorated by the same beige tile - it all looked hastily plastered. I sat down to do my business. At this moment, the ballooning anxiety I had felt outside had dissipated almost entirely. I sat in silence - I remember acknowledging the sheer contrast in volume between the AC-hum in the bathroom to the oppressive roar from the stairwell.

It was good to be sitting there. I remember feeling as though the dream had slowly turned into a nightmare - but consciously, everything felt right again. Nothing happened for a long time. It grew so boring and tame that my mind stopped focusing on the dream entirely, and I began fading into memoryless sleep. And then the lights went out.

At this point, sitting in a darkness even blacker than the one I had just emerged from, not even a hum could be heard. The only noise I could hear, and just barely, was my own brain-matter hitting against the sides of my ears, bellowing a deep subharmonic hum from within my own skull. Suddenly, every semblance of safety was ripped from my chest, and I sat there, feeling in greater danger than I ever had before. I felt a pressure so omniscient that it choked me -- but nothing came, nothing happened. I waited for minutes - minutes where each second could be counted down in scrutinizing specificity, but nothing happened.

Suddenly, and with no presumption, I felt coarse electricity pumping through my chest. I wrangled with myself in my own bed, feeling what felt like infinite pain pass through me. I could feel myself yelling from within the dream through the vibration of my lungs. A cacophonous buzzing bled into my ears as thousands of people screamed from within my skull. The cries of a falling choir ran-through their screams, like angels falling from heaven.

At the very same moment, a body appeared in the shower. It glowed yellow, so bright and irradiated I could hardly look directly at it. It caressed itself, clawing into its body like it was reeling from immeasurable pain. It moved unnaturally, squirming and spasming as if fast-forwarded. The glass blurred its details, but it did nothing to mask its energy. It was as if it held the sun inside of its own stomach. I felt as though an intruder entered my own mind and I had no power to stop it. Just being near it was enough to kill me, and I was already dying.

The wall of sound lasted not even one full-second - and then - a piercing zap shot me up from my bed, and that was it. I can't remember anything past that point, but I assume I went back to bed shortly thereafter, forgetting what had just happened, if only for that one night. I must have had a vapid dream, worthless and memoryless, unknowing that I had just lived a dream so dreadful that it'd stick to my psyche like tar for the rest of my life.

No other dream has ever felt that way since. It was as if a second-soul decided to visit me, a soul stronger and more omnipotent than mine. Surely a dream is just a dream, regardless of the feeling it gives you, but now I go to bed every night, wishing I'll be the only soul residing within its story.

End!!

[spencerscookies]

Contemporary Bathroom in Seattle Large contemporary master bathroom remodel inspiration featuring a freestanding bathtub, flat-panel cabinets in a gray color, white walls, an undermount sink, quartz countertops, and white countertops.

[thetrustydwarf]

New Orleans Mediterranean Bathroom Example of a large tuscan multicolored tile and stone tile travertine floor sauna design with blue walls

[isocertificationinabudhabi]

3/4 Bath - Beach Style Bathroom

Mid-sized coastal 3/4 white tile and subway tile multicolored floor, mosaic tile floor, and single-sink bathroom idea with shaker cabinets, black cabinets, white walls, an undermount sink, gray countertops, a one-piece toilet, and marble countertops.