Linda Francis Lee, The Glass Kitchen (via rexcrystallis)

“I do not know anything with certainty,

but seeing the stars makes me dream…”

-Vincent Van Gogh

“Still the same I see...”

the THOUGHT of someone else

                         LOVING you

TOUCHING you 

                                         HAVING you …

                                                                            … drives me MAD.

Forget-me-not

@fleeting-ace

Titus had finally finished adjusting the flowers that rested beautifully in a large glass vase. They were now to the blondes liking, as nothing stuck out and nothing was out of place. Simply perfect. With a content sigh, Titus rested his hands onto his small hips and momentarily admired his work. The fresh, blood red roses that were mixed with just a hint of baby’s breath were enough to take anybody’s breath away at the sight, which was exactly what the boy had aimed for. Just then, a jingling chimed from the bells above the entry way and Titus turned his head to meet with a stranger entering. Smiling happily, he scooted the vase to the left and leaned himself on the counter.

“Good morning!”

The seventeen year old hesitantly steps inside the shop.  He heard everyone in town rambling forever on about the flowers that were sold here.  He couldn’t help but be curious, nor could he help the large smile that appeared on his face as he took notice of the large vase on the front counter, though the owner’s voice startled him.  

“He-Hello.  Mornin”  His voice cracks as he does his best to be polite.  “This shop sure is somethin’!”

Titus gave a small tilt of his head in curiosity, lifting one of his hands to rest comfortably beneath his chin. “Thank you, isn’t it?” The pale blonde gave a delightful laugh that bounced off the walls of the silent room. Hearing this person talk so highly of his teeny flower shop made Titus’ heart simply pound in joy. All of the hard work, tears, and love; Finally touching those around him, which was exactly why he wanted to start this small business in the first place. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

He shakes his head.“Nothing at the moment.  I just heard about this place from some folks that live near me...” He goes quiet again and places his hands in his pockets and gazes at the different types of flowers.  With his dark blue eyes soft, he mouths the names to himself.  ‘Roses, Tulips, Lilies, Orchids, Irises, Carnations, Honey Suckle, too?’  His brows raise when he sees them.  This shop had everything it seemed.  His turns towards the owner.  “Question for ya!  Do you know the meaning behind these?”   He points to the Honeysuckle.  “I wanna see if I’m right...”

“W-Woah! It-It wasn’t me!” 

Forget-me-not

@fleeting-ace

Titus had finally finished adjusting the flowers that rested beautifully in a large glass vase. They were now to the blondes liking, as nothing stuck out and nothing was out of place. Simply perfect. With a content sigh, Titus rested his hands onto his small hips and momentarily admired his work. The fresh, blood red roses that were mixed with just a hint of baby’s breath were enough to take anybody’s breath away at the sight, which was exactly what the boy had aimed for. Just then, a jingling chimed from the bells above the entry way and Titus turned his head to meet with a stranger entering. Smiling happily, he scooted the vase to the left and leaned himself on the counter.

“Good morning!”

The seventeen year old hesitantly steps inside the shop.  He heard everyone in town rambling forever on about the flowers that were sold here.  He couldn’t help but be curious, nor could he help the large smile that appeared on his face as he took notice of the large vase on the front counter, though the owner’s voice startled him.  

“He-Hello.  Mornin”  His voice cracks as he does his best to be polite.  “This shop sure is somethin’!”

Tidus x Jecht Shot in Dissidia Arcade

“I’m always right here.”

Dante Alighieri (via quotemadness)