flowerais:

types of people

2am - city lights from a high rise, dusty book piles, tired eyes, writing stories, indie concerts, procrastination, denim jackets, classic movies, writing in a diary, impulse shopping, plants on the window ledge

5am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist

10am - soft blankets, lover of routine, acoustic songs, good grades, bullet journals, pastels and plants, sweet coffee, freshly baked bread, cat washi tape, cozy apartment, long winter coats over turtle neck jumpers, tote bags

1pm - yellow socks, doodles, doc martens, strawberries in the garden, sunflower daydreams, pictures of clouds and best friends, a handful of flowers, peach slices, paint smears on clothes

5pm - gold sunlight, peach ice tea, whispered secrets, swimming in the lake, roses on the wall, french pastries, learning foreign words, soft voices, bike rides and summer picnics, wax stamped envelopes

7pm - dreamy sunsets, evening laughter, cursive handwriting, glossy makeup, soft lighting, photo booths, cherry ice cream, sparkling ocean waves, vintage mirrors, sweet tangerines on a balcony, flowers in a bath

11pm - scented candles, unwanted nostalgia, existential questions, sadness without reason, sitting in the dark and watching the stars, associating songs with past lovers, soft heart, oversized jumpers

(via lettersfromadreamgirl)

"I cannot tell you what he meant to me or what it felt like to lose him. I have tried… but the words fall desperately short. I can only tell you that it changed me… for the better and the worse; that what I lost I will never get back… that who I was I will never be again… and that what I felt I will never again experience.
Because he always was, and always will be unlike anyone else; He was completely unique, both in his personality and in the feelings I had for him and when you lose a person like that you cannot designate them a value or quantify that loss… you can’t explain that pain to anyone.
You can’t communicate it because a relationship is like a language that only the people in it can speak and the only other person who understood you is gone… It’s like a game of charades and I’m trying to tell you that there is a hole in my heart where a person used to be and you’re nodding… but I know you don’t understand…"
- Ranata Suzuki | I can’t explain what I’ve lost (via wnq-writers)

(Source: wnq-writers.com, via wnq-writers)


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