sunflower ring

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My favourite albums of 2015:

Björk - Vulnicura
Waxahatchee - Ivy Tripp
Lower Dens - Escape From Evil
Beach House - Depression Cherry
Braids - Deep in the Iris
Lana del Rey - Honeymoon
Nicole Dollanganger - Natural Born Losers
Yumi Zouma - EP II
Sunflower Bean - Show Me Your Seven Secrets
Purity Ring - Another Eternity
Earl Sweatshirt - I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside
Grimes - Art Angels
Camila Moreno - Mala Madre
Marina and The Diamonds - FROOT
Made In Heights - Without My Enemy What Would I Do
A$AP Rocky - At.Long.Last.A$AP
Beach House - Thank Your Lucky Stars
Empress Of - Me
Youth Lagoon - Savage Hills Ballroom
Melanie Martinez - Cry Baby
Chastity Belt - Time To Go Home
Lapsley - Understudy
Tei Shi - Verde
Julieta Venegas - Algo Sucede
Drake - If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late
The Internet - Ego Death
Tame Impala - Currents


I also made a spotify list with my favourite songs:

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Georges Hobeika Haute Couture Fall 2016

I got a prompt from @fullwizardstrawberry for “Maya proposing to Lucas”. This has been so fun to write, and it’s longer than I anticipated, so I hope you enjoy it. 


She was convinced that she met her soulmate 3 years ago to this very day. They had met at a bookstore while she was shopping for a birthday present for her best friend, Riley. She was shopping in the fiction section, on her hands and knees, because Riley had already read practically everything on the top shelf, when suddenly she felt a leg hit her side and they both toppled over. “What the-”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’m sorr-” They were both attempting to stand up, brushing off the dust and dirt that somehow managed to get all over them during the fall. He cut off when he saw how her hair seemed to glow and her eyes sparkled a little bit. It sounded like it would be out of some cheesy fanfiction, but it was true.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would have done if I had hurt you. The bigger you are, the harder you fall.” He was stumbling over his words, blushing like mad. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that it was because of this girl.

“I’m Maya.” He just wanted to know what was going through her head. It was almost as if he could see the gears turning in her head.

“Lucas.” It came out strange, like it wasn’t really his name.

“Nice to meet you Lucas. Now if you’ll excuse me-” She bent down to get back to her books, but stopped when she heard his voice again.


“Let me take you out to coffee.”

“What?” Her eyes became squinty, and her right eyebrow raised like he had somehow just asked her an impossible question.

“I want to get some coffee with you.” The astounded look didn’t look leave her face.

“Why?”

“I-you-um. I knocked you over and I want to make up for it.” The blush continued creeping, traveling up his neck and onto his ears.

“Like a date?” She said, smirking.

“I mean, only-only if you want it to be.” She could tell he was flustered, but she found it absolutely adorable.

“Sure, here’s my number. I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Just text me your address.” She pulled a piece of paper out of her purse, wrote her number on it, winked, and then strutted away.

“Wait- where- I’ll see you tomorrow?” That was the first and certainly not the last that Maya Hart would leave Lucas Friar speechless.

She had left him speechless 6 other times since then.

The next one was that next night. He texted her not 20 minutes after she left the store, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Minutes felt like hours and hours passed like days.

She picked him up at his place at 7pm sharp. She got out of her car, and walked to his front door. She didn’t even have to ring the doorbell, he opened the door right as her heel hit the last step coming up to his porch.

She was wearing a red t-shirt dress, with black chunky wedges, and he was wearing a blue polo and pressed tan khakis

“Hey babe.” she said with a wink.

“Hey,” he said, trying to keep a cool persona (and failing). He had never been called “babe” before.

Her red lipstick matched her outfit perfectly, and her eyeliner could kill. He couldn’t say anything more for several minutes. Which provided perfect material for her to tease him with later.

The 2nd time was when she kissed him (later that night), the 3rd when she showed him her art, the 4th when she sang for him, and the 5th was when she cried in front of him after telling him about her dad.

The 6th was last night.

They had moved in a couple weeks ago after dating for almost 3 years. He had asked her to move in with him after she had already been staying with him for a week. They had been talking about it, so it wasn’t totally out of the blue, but she still smiled every time he said “our apartment”.

“We need more milk,” she said groggily. She was never a morning person, but for some strange reason, Lucas was. To him, it was just natural to get up and do something like shop or workout, but Maya would rather sleep in, and do everything productive around 11 pm. That doesn’t always work for every couple but it never seemed to be a problem with them.

“I feel like we are always out of milk?”

“Huckleberry, we both eat cereal every morning. Unless we get a cow that lives in the living room,” his eyes perked up, and his eyebrow raised in attention, “no,” she interjected, “we are going to run out of milk.”

“I’ll grab some on my way home from work.”

“Thank you,” she said before she blew him a kiss. “Remember that we have date night tonight at Murphy’s.”

“Steakkk.”

“Yes, you can get steak.” She got out of her chair, her messy bun bobbing as she trudged over to him. “I love you babe. Have a good day at work.”

“Love you too.” He kissed her on the forehead and walked out the door.

She immediately perked up. “Time to prepare,” she muttered to herself. Lucas was under the impression that it was just a date night and that she would be heading into work in about a hour, but she had requested the day off, and was planning a special night. She had been thinking about it for a while, but had finally decided to propose. Nontraditional, maybe, but when had they ever been traditional?

She still had a few things left on her to-do list, she had to pick up the rings, grab some sunflowers, and pick up her dress from the dry-cleaners. She went around the city, almost in a trance, just imagining what she’s gonna say. She had never been great with words, but for some reason, everything just flowed when he was around.

She got everything ready at the restaurant, one of her best friends owned the place, and it was their date night destination every 2nd Friday of the month. They got a discount, which she liked, and he got steak, which was his favorite. She wanted to make everything seem as normal as possible, so she just texted him that “hey, work is running late, so I’ll meet you at the restaurant at 6. I brought clothes with me. hope you’re having a good day. love you.” This wasn’t really unusual, sometimes working in an art gallery made you run a little late. He sent her back a “k love you <3” and her plan was set into motion.

She started getting ready at 4:30, doing her makeup and slipping into her dress. At around 5:15 she headed over to the restaurant, arranging the sunflowers and her rings to where they needed to be. At 5:45 she went into the bathroom to give herself a pep talk.

“He loves you. You love him with all of your heart. Just follow your plan and say what you feel and everything will be alright.”

She headed back to their table, and texted him that she was there a little bit early, and that they were at their usual spot. He arrived about 5 minutes later, and walked over. He was wearing a black suit that perfectly matched her red dress that was snug around her hips, and matched her lipstick once again.

“Hello Maya Penelope Hart. You look gorgeous tonight.” He had a smirk in his eyes.

“Why hello Huckleberry McBoingBoing. You look quite dapper yourself.” They sat down at their table, and their usual waiter came over.

“The usual?” she said.

“Of course,” Maya said, giving the waiter a wink. The waiter walked away to the kitchen, and Lucas started talking about his day. Everything was going to plan.

Soon the waiter was back with his steak, and her pasta. “Here’s your meals. Hope they taste delicious.” Another wink was exchanged. Lucas raised his eyebrow at her as the waiter handed her a book along with their food.

“You might wonder what this book is. It’s the book I was grabbing when you first fell for me.” She giggled at her own pun. “Ironically, it was ‘How to Fall in Love in 10 Easy Steps’. I came back to that store later that night and bought it. I’ve been paging through every page since then. Marking it up and writing in our stories that matched all of their steps. I’ve loved you for a long time now. I haven’t needed to pick up this book in over 2 years. I picked it up last week to read through what I wrote in it, and started laughing and crying at how much we’ve learned and grown. We still argue about buying milk, and laugh at how sappy ‘The Notebook’ is, but now we live together, and I want to spend every single day with you for the rest of my life.” She got on one knee, pulled a box out of her purse, and wiped a tear out of her eye (good thing she put on waterproof eyeliner and mascara). “Lucas Friar, my Huckleberry, will you marry me?”

And for the 6th time after first meeting her, he was speechless. He could only say one word. 

“Yes.”