flowerais:

tag yourself

golden hour – glitter on eyelids, painting sunflowers, peach coloured blush, shades of yellow in a palette, walls and fences embroidered with ivy and roses, a polka dot ladybird landing on your pink finger

sunset – playing guitar and making up songs, laying on the grass, mangoes and berries and oranges in a picnic basket, dimples when you smile, eyes that remind you of sunshine and warmth, messy hair

sunrise – scented candles that smell like candyfloss, pastel scribbles in diaries, calming acoustics, cream colored tote bags, neutral shades and smooth texture of paper fashion magazines, simple comforts

dusk – bike rides to the lake, listening to music that sounds like you’re underwater and dreaming, sleeping on someone’s shoulder in the car, feeling like you’re in a movie, the sound of radios at night

dawn – little cottages surrounded by flowers, exploring a town in the south of France, hearing birdsong, delicate silk, ice creams in strawberry fields, daydreams that float around like clouds

midnight – the hum of cars in the distance from an apartment window, dimly lit restaurants, a folded letter in the jean pocket, sleeping in airports, that one hoodie that always feels comforting and warm

blvnk-art:

Although the glasses were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom towards him, at least until they poked him in the eye.

HP 7, ch: The Will of Albus Dumbledore

Happy Birthday, m’boy!