Jamie xx Quotes

I'm definitely a messy person... I know where everything is but I just can't organize. I don't make lists and find scripts on the laundry machine, and under my bed, or in the bathroom, kitchen. It's bad, I really need to take control.

My books never go where I think they're going.

I have rooms full of little dongly things and don't want any more. Half the little dongly things I've got, I don't even know what gizmo they're for. More importantly, half the gizmos I've got, I don't know where their little dongly thing is.

Hmm... my bedroom's really messy. It's probably the messiest bedroom you could ever think of. Like, you think it's messy, but when you go there, you can't see one bit of floor anywhere. Clothes, makeup... I'm getting sent loads of clothes and stuff, so it's just piling up everywhere. I've to jump over it in order to get into my bed.

I can be very messy and disorganized. And I don't throw away anything.

There are some people who have trouble recognizing a mess.

I am a terrible mixture of being organized, controlling, but chaotic. My desk is monstrous.

I don't really have a domestic inclination. Even my apartment has a semblance of a storage facility. It's just stacks, there are no bookshelves, just books and piles of stamp collections and weird little sewing and knitting projects.

You look in my room and it looks neat enough, but if you dared to look under my bed or in my closet, oh what a mess!

You can literally walk into my apartment and sit on a hat; you can step on a hat; you can probably open up the refrigerator and find a hat tucked under some rotten food. I have a lot of hats.

I work best inundated with things, when it's like raining information.

I'm the biggest slob in the world. My apartment is a mess.

I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!

The trouble with having a place for everything is how often it gets filled up with everything else.

Because of the accumulation of objects, things are never quite the way I want them to be. There has always been a lack of, well, clarity.

My desktop is really chaotic, and I'm always trying to work out where I am going to put all these ideas.

Imagine two years worth of stuff that you've been holding on to and everything just keeps piling up to the point where the pot just overflows. You know what happens when a pot overflows? It hits the side of the pan and it hits the fire and the fire just explodes.

I hate a mess.

I got shoes literally all over my house.

Wherever I go, stuff accumulates.

My worst habit is my untidiness. It bewilders my family, the degree to which I can create absolute chaos around me.

My filing system's really crap because I can never decide whether to sort things by studio, or year, or where I lived.

There are tons of things in your home and life that you don't use, need, or even particularly want. They just came into your life as impulsive flotsam and jetsam and never found a good exit. Whether you're aware of it or not, this clutter creates indecision and distractions.

I have this feeling that if I could sort out what's on my dining room table, everything would fall into place.

Clutter is my natural habitat.