Gimmie Those Fucking Florals

(Source: rubyandmoon)

kelsarrro:

cyoot

thingsmissfrizzlewouldwear:

Gorgeous!

Insects like flowers too, right?

I thought taking ownership of the stationary set would help me in a lot of ways.  Its faux-marble, hard, brown plastic had such an attractive glow underneath the dull lamp light.  I remember where they used to sit; in the office, at the back of the house.  IThe office was really just a small room off the sitting room.  There was always a draft because of the door that went out to the patio. It felt nice to have a bit of draft, though.  Something that came with the territory of snooping.  It kept you on your toes. Of course, snooping was really just looking. And how could I resist? Everything looked so pretty, organized into rows, stacked. Dusted in both meanings. Dually dusted. Old charm in organized chaos and covering the surface.  It’s a feeling that I liked remembering. 

Now I have these pieces that were considered to be worth nothing. I collected them out of forgotten boxes. “They’re worth something to me.” I add them to my things, and I keep them mostly dusted. They’re organized and stacked properly.  I keep them around me as a reminder of where they used to be and who they connected me to.  

Maybe I’ll write some letters. I need these things to keep in touch. It’ll be good to keep in touch.

I always forget. “But it’s ok! Don’t worry about what’s already been done. Today is a new day”.  I become mildly riled with myself and make the decision to stay organized.  

Dusted. Organized. Stacked. Perfect.

I walk around and look at everything. Just looking though.  It’s just too pretty to touch.

(Source: zuzulouise)