gold shower

F L E U R   D E L A C O U R 

“’Arry, you saved my sister’s life. I do not forget.

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Peculiars + present day Valentine's Day

Fiona: grows flowers that Hugh’s bees especially like. Of course, for Hugh she’d give him a painting of them together (I’d imagine her to be an amazing painter and artist)

Hugh: old but gold, he’d shower her in every single chocolate known to man; KitKats, kisses, crunch bars, Hershey’s, boxes of chocolates, those nice raspberry chocolate bars near the cash register at Nordstrom, absolutely everything! He read that chocolate improves moods and makes people happy and all he wants is for his gf to be happy

Enoch: I imagine him to write Horace a nice love letter. Enoch, not being able to fully grasp his emotions tries to write it out instead, but it comes out a bit awkward and confusing if not cute and dorky. Also a nice pillow for Horace to rest on :)

Horace: he’d definitely shower Enoch in pastries! Much like Hugh, but instead of chocolates, mini cakes and all of Enoch’s favorite sweets. Also, some nice clay sculptures that he made secretly. (It absolutely melts Enoch’s heart that Horace tried to make clay sculptures for him even if he can’t tell what they are!)

Millard: decides to make cards for miss peregrine, Bronwyn and Olive and Claire. With his neat, organized handwriting, his calligraphy skills are on point and he makes Miss Peregrine smile as well as make Olive, Bronwyn and Claire smile too

Olive: makes Bronwyn a cute drawing of the two!! Makes Bronwyn tear up as the messy mix of paint and the smiles of the drawings make her day

Bronwyn: Gives the girls boxes of chocolates and gives Millard a nice card. They both don’t have a valentine so they figure it’s best to celebrate their friendship over cards.

Claire: makes Millard a “painting” which is really just a mix of glitter, pink paint, and blue paint “what I think you look like!” Claire says as Millard tears up

Emma: gives Jacob warm kisses and prepares a nice picnic for the two. They’ve wanted some alone time to relax and what better idea than a picnic

Jacob: gets out his favorite camera and phone and takes pictures and selfies of him and Emma!! After the picnic they go to the pharmacy and dispense the film into pictures to make a “Valentine’s day 2017” album!!

We dated for 10 months. We were polar opposites. But we fit like yin and yang. He and I were best friends in love. The only thing that separated us was our maturity levels – he could be extremely immature. Which explains why he cheated on me. I found out a week I was supposed to leave for college. My brain broke. I was so utterly destroyed. I have never loved someone like I loved this boy. And I have never been loved back the way he loved me. He treated the ground I walked on like it was gold. He showered me in love. Sometimes I still just get so confused on why he did it. Because he made it seem no girl could ever be enough compared to me.
I wanted to stay with him. I really did. I just couldn’t do it. He cried and cried and begged for me to give him another chance, and I tried. But even if he loved me like no other person has, I can’t be with someone who lied so much to hurt me.
This was far from our last message but it was our last good message. We still text now and then, but it never ends up good. We will always love each other, probably. But I’m on to finding my Mars.

I miss it. I miss getting my ass kicked every day. I miss nearly throwing up my breakfast and knowing I still have three and a half hours left till lunch. I miss playing sharks and minnows. I miss slapping stop signs. I miss sprinting up a hill with two backpacks, four flags, one rifle, one gallon jug, and a wooden shield. I miss the dust bowl. I miss 2x-1. I miss the sound of padding. I miss the light shining in my eyes until 2 am because Team Japan is making friendship bracelets. I miss the heat. I miss the constant sweat. I miss the cold mornings that turn into blazing hot sectionals that turn into wind-tunnel ensembles. I miss squeezing the cowl over my head. I miss always proving my lipstick wouldn’t smudge. I miss two hour show warm ups. I miss Yoga. I miss solid gold. I miss showering with 30 other people. I miss screeching the national anthem. I miss seeing my favorite people the second I wake up. I miss stupid jokes to get us through bus rides. I miss smelling like sweat all the time. I miss running for the fun of it. I miss seeing the country. I miss the Stars. I miss saying the prayer. I miss screaming our name. I miss having a place where I belonged. I miss my corps.

Hysope

Canon AE-1 / Kodak Gold 200

Quand Hysope m’a demandé de la photographier dans sa douche — pendant son moment à elle, où elle se relâche, tant moralement que physiquement, sans se soucier des regards indiscrets —, je n’ai pas hésité longtemps. Pour moi qui me sentais justement dans une impasse quant aux photos de mon corps et de celui des autres femmes, c’était l’occasion rêvée pour tenter d’immortaliser un corps au repos dans son vrai quotidien et pas, comme avant, dans la fausse intimité où il se tord pour plaire. Merci à elle de m’avoir fait confiance <3