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The sun signs as I've experienced them

Aries- one more round of shots. Running over a bridge at sunrise. Fighting with people you love, 60′s mod clothes and bloody knuckles, hugs with tears in your eyes and short hair blowing in the breeze. Making you feel like you’re in an exclusive clique. 

Taurus- warm hugs and blankets. A feeling of belonging. Two types- the ones who slay at life and are everyone’s older sibling and the ones who are complete diamonds in the rough. Chocolate and kisses on your cheek that leave perfect lipstick marks. Little boxes full of memories. Subtle perfume that makes you calmer. 

Pisces- stargazing, lullabies and heartbreak. Poems that you think of at 3am. Acoustic guitars. John green novels. Origami and shy giggles. The most open conversations that make you see new beauty in the world. Sighing when you’re lost for words. 

Leo- crushing like you’re in middle school. Laughing until your ribs ache and your nose runs. Camaraderie, perfectly rolled cigarettes and lungs full of pride. Sitting on someone’s lap and feeling comfy there. Bringing a subtle gold glow of happiness to the room. Secret handshakes and in-jokes. 

Capricorn- the type of rare people I don’t get to be friends with but wish I was. Knee high socks and the freshly mown grass of a school running track. bubblemint chewing gum and soft k-pop ballads on a sunny morning. Box braided hair and constellation freckles. 

Libra- having your hair played with. Bags full of things people always need. Singing along to the car radio loudly and with all the wrong lyrics. Never knowing what to say but always being there when things are rough. Soft jumpers and smiling with one corner of your mouth. 

Virgo- always running a hand through your hair when you see a mirror. Having a system for all your things that nobody gets. New book smell and bear hugs. Tears that come from nowhere. The feeling of getting the best view at the concert. 

Cancer- pinkie promises and taking polaroids. Biting nails and fretting the small things. Friends that feel like family. The feeling of sand between your toes and staying up all night talking. Blanket forts and feeling frustrated. Celebrating the best in people. 

Sagittarius- the thump in your chest when you see someone beautiful. Tears that sting your eyes and turn them red. Friends to the end, even when you change and grow. Second chances, driving with the windows down at night with your anthems playing. Muttering under your breath in your first language.

Gemini- fixing your computer in exchange for home cooking. Whispers during drinking games and being told what you don’t always want to hear. Spooning with friends. Shiny glasses, worn dance shoes and carpooling with your best friends. Feeling inadequate. Jumping on beds and sharing secrets. 

Scorpio- the feeling of arriving right as the train does. Marble floors and soothing incense. Wishing your friends lived closer. Getting ready for a party and dancing around the room. Being wild beyond measure but always staying safe. Taking naps with people you love. 

Aquarius- people watching over coffee. Interlocking fingers and pastel coloured post it notes. Comfy bean bags in libraries with fascinating rare books. Softly tracing skin. Stern looks and lip biting. Not getting the joke the first time round. Drowning out the world with headphones.


The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

The IMPLUSIVENESS of a middle schooler’s first kiss.
The FLEXIBILITY of a professional gymnast, constantly flipping and turning 360 degrees at a time.
The TALKATIVENESS of a child who just learned how to talk. You want to ignore them, but you can’t because they’re just so gosh darn cute. 

The CARE a teenager has towards their new phone for the first week of owning it.
The PASSIVENESS of someone who is always unaware of their surroundings, but for some reason always knows what’s happening around them.
The GENTLENESS of a shiny glass cup, one mistake and they can be broken right before your eyes.

The DRAMATICNESS of an episode of pretty much every teen drama that has been on the air for way too long.
The EGO of celebrities, always inflated and is constantly validated by others, either negatively or positively.
The GENEROSITY of a teacher that decides to give the class another day to work on a tough homework assignment. 

The PERFECTION of opening a new book and smelling that new book smell.
The INDEPENDENCE of a tall and beautiful flower blooming in field full of dull grass and dirt.
The CRITICALNESS of a Gordon Ramsay that spends his life roasting people on twitter.

The CHARISMA that Aries wishes they could have and 34 shades of more charisma on top of that. Loads of charisma.
The INDECISIVENESS of someone who really wants to text someone that they like, but doesn’t want to come across as desperate.
The PEACEFULNESS of feeling that everything is okay in life and being able to finally get a good night’s sleep.

The EVILNESS of a villain that just wants to be understood in this complicated world.
The PARANOIA of someone that’s been hurt way too many times in another life and just came out the womb guarded.
The WIT of someone who just mastered the art of sarcasm and refuses to talk any other way.

The CURIOSITY of a child wanting to know where babies come from and will not stop until they get answer.
The HONESTY of a mom that always wants to make sure that her children look as good as she does when leaving the house.
The INTERESTINGNESS of that one strange toy from 5 years ago that you found while cleaning your room the other day.

The AMBITION of a grandmother making food for her starving grandchildren on a Sunday afternoon.
The MATURITY of an adult who finally understands the concept of adulting and is pretty gosh darn good job at it.
The INTELLIGENCE of Einstein, but it may not always be used. Trust me though, it’s there. 

The STRANGENESS of your cousin that everyone thought was going to be successful, but is now a professional hipster.
The REBELLIOUSNESS of a suburban teen who just discovered rap music times one hundred.
The DETACHEDNESS of someone who has not been able to find someone that they can fully trust yet.

The CREATIVITY of doubt and security dancing together in a flame of inspiration.
The INTUITIVENESS of a good friend that always knows when you’re upset and how to cheer you up.
The COMPASSION of sweet child who just wants to make sure that everyone around them is happy.


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boy group aesthetics
  • exo: shiny stuff, glass vases, sky high
  • bts: fire hydrants, not voting, kate kane
  • shinee: white birch trees, revamping old abandoned buildings, musicals
  • monsta x: sledgehammers, teeth, secretly preferring dnce to the jonas brothers
  • super junior: dress shoes, cool teachers, being out of milk
  • seventeen: 2000s disney channel movies, pop art, good puns
  • got7: watercolors, dogs drinking out of puddles, loose change
  • day6: life is good shirts, happy vibes, your coworker's significant other not remembering who you are
  • astro: bad puns, liking cats and dogs equally, father & son improv groups
  • vixx: the vampire diaries, belts, instagram
What The Signs Are Made Of?

The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

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What do you think are the most important women architect in the history of architecture, and your fav?

OK, here is MY list. Everyone is free to agree or disagree or to comment on who was left out but I limited the list to 10 spots and focused on the last century.

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Snake Skin part 5

“Noah! Careful love, stay on the sidewalk.” Betty called out to the waddling two year old currently running for the shiny glass doors of Pops, Betty looked to Veronica and smiled

“He’s never been to a diner before, by the looks of it he’s never been anywhere to eat, he’s so small for his age.” Her voice carried softly over to Jughead and he grit his teeth, the boy was exceptionally small, just another thing he would have noticed if it weren’t for his own self absorbed bubble.

Tiny fingers squeezed his arm, Betty appeared beside him

“I know you’re blaming yourself but it’s not your fault, Noah’s parents were abusive and horrible but it wasn’t your job to notice.” She whispered, her eyes trained on the little boy waiting ahead of them.

“It was my job, I saw him everyday, I was so selfish.. I just..” he trailed off, guilt seeping through every word.

“Well he’s safe now. I’ll make sure he has the childhood he deserves, I’m not going to let anything happen to him, he has me now .. and well.. he has you to keep him safe, you’re here now and that’s what matters.” There was a trace of a double meaning buried somewhere in her words, it made Jugheads heart stutter as he walked beside the beautiful blonde into Pops just as he had years ago.

Jughead picked up Noah with a dramatic swoop and placed him on his shoulders, taking in the way the little boy giggled and tugged gently on his hair

“Alright Noah it’s up to you, pick us out the best seat in the house. You’ve got the aerial view.” Jughead teased.

Archie swung an arm around Veronica
“Make sure it’s close to the kitchen buddy, I’ve got quite an appetite.” He winked when Noah looked down at him, Veronica smiled

“Well, while our fearless captain find us a booth I’m going to go order us all some milkshakes, Betty? Help?” The raven haired beauty smiled smugly at the blonde as she rolled her eyes and followed Veronica.

Pop Tate came around the table and wrapped his arms around Betty, squeezing tightly as he laughed, his belly shaking as he lifted her from the ground.

“Why Betty Cooper, if it isn’t the missing piece to the puzzle! We’ve been waiting on you to come home, Veronica over here tells me all about your accomplishments out in city life, you home for good Sugar?”

Betty grinned at her favorite Diner owner
“I’m back for good, just couldn’t find a good burger out there. Figured it was time for me to come home.”

The older man nodded, his smile all knowing.
“Well we sure are glad to have you back, that your little boy?” He gestured to Noah, who was now being tickled by Jughead as the three boys slid into the booth.

“No he’s not mine.. well.. not yet.” She whispered the last part, a dazed smile on her face as she watched Jughead and Noah interact.

Veronica dropped a hand to her shoulder
“I know that look.” She raised a dainty eyebrow

“What look?”

“The “I still love him and I want to jump his bones” look.“ Veronica stated blandly.

"What? No. it’s just.. I’ve never seen him with a kid before.. it’s different.” She trailed off guiltily, eyes still glued to the boys.

Veronica stepped in front of her
“I know that what you two have is special and I would never stand in the way of that but.. just be careful sweetie, I can’t stand to see you hurt again.”

Betty dropped a kiss to Veronica’s cheek
“I know V, and I love you for that, but don’t worry about me, it’s not like I’m buying a wedding dress, he’s going to have to work pretty damn hard to get me to even think of being with him like that again.” She grabbed two milkshakes from the counter and sassily swayed back to the booth, a swing to her step as Veronica laughed behind her, juggling three milkshakes.

Noah’s eyes were as big as saucers when Veronica placed the sugary drink in front of him.

“Alright scout, This is your very first milkshake, are you ready to have your mind blown.” Archie seemed almost as excited as Noah as he nudged the glass towards him slightly.

Noah looked up at Betty for approval and she quickly nodded, taking a sip of her own strawberry.

The dark haired toddler still seemed hesitant as he played with the condensation on the side of the glass, Betty caught Jugheads eyes and shrugged her shoulder helplessly, she didn’t know how to let him know it was okay.

“You can drink it love, it’s okay.” Betty whispered, running a hand through his dark locks.

Noah looked up with watery eyes
“Mommy yells.. I …eat the ice cream .. not mine.. mommy’s… mommy hits.”

Veronica gasped from across the table, clutching Archie’s arms as her own eyes filled with tears.

“Oh sweet boy.” Betty choked out, dropping a kiss to Noah’s head.

It took Jughead all of two seconds before he had the toddler situated in his lap, his hands holding up the milkshake

“No one is going to hurt you here, you can eat as much ice cream as you want buddy. I promise you that you’re safe here. Look we can have it together.” Jughead took a huge gulp, gently pushing the straw towards the boy in his lap. Noah cautiously brought his lips to the straw and took an equally big sip, surprising everyone at the table

“My man!” Archie cheered.

Betty sniffled her hands locked with Veronica’s across the table
“Careful. Both of you are gonna get brain freezes.”

“Totally worth it.” Jughead grinned as Betty pulled her hands free from Veronica’s and scootched closer to the boys, she dropped her hand to the booth, resting close to Jugheads fingers.

Jugheads fingers found Betty’s hidden beneath the table, he brushed his fingers against hers, desperately seeking the chance to intertwine, she glanced at him from under her lashes and took his palm in hers, just as their fingers were about to lace, Jughead phone went off, he rolled his eyes and gripped the old fashioned flip phone.

“Hello?” The agitated man grumbled into the phone.

It was silent for a few moments before Jughead slammed the phone shut with a quick thanks, his eyes turned to Betty who stiffened in alarm

“what’s the matter?”

Jughead glanced down at Noah.

“His father.. he’s out and.. he’s in the town over, he’s… he’s making his way.”


Roof cladding update: a work in progress.

Our roof is now almost totally cladded, with just a few finishing pieces needed around the edges. Our low-energy LED lights are lighting up our home and the pine coloured wood makes everything feel warm and cosy inside. We also can’t stop admiring our shiny new porthole and the shiny new piece of glass where our broken window used to be.

If only the van was back on the road again, we’d be spending nights by the fire under the stars on the wild coast of Cornwall. Instead the van is sitting in her naughty corner in the driveway awaiting further MOT repairs. She’s been off the road for nearly a month now because the computer at the garage considers our brakes “underpowered”, never mind the fact we’ve been up and down mountain roads for the last 7 months. All the parts have been replaced, we’re just awaiting our new secondhand master cylinder and fingers crossed that’ll be the end to our problems.

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