[scarred.] (hiatus)

repost, don’t reblog! tagged by: @fearedone 

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.

a chill right down to the bones.  tobogganing.  teeth chattering.  sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family.  layered clothing.  seeing another’s breath.  loving the cold.  a state of inactivity.  cold hands.  blistering winds shaking the closed windows.  a book case full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.  cable knit socks.  a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.  hating the cold.  full length windows to peer out of.  pale skin.  deep conversations.  watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.  hot cocoa.  smelling every candle in the store.  a wild snow storm.  melancholy. lighting candles around the bath tub.  snow globes.  expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets.  liking but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

the smell after it rains.  being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair.  lightning when it strikes.  cherry blossoms.  bright mornings.  the first sign of hope.  the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping.  the art of growing.  a kiss on the cheek.  the clap of thunder.  a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger.  planning.  saccharine pinks.  making promises.  trying something new.  hugs when you need them the most.  a bee sting.  sitting on the steps of the met.  coming inside drenched from a thunderstorm.  picnics on a red checkered blankets under the sun.  that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.  a long hike.  rushing when you can take your time.  going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.  becoming yourself.  rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.

lanterns lit around a campfire.  seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.  melting ice cream.  the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.  the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.  drifting with the warm night’s breeze and nothing else.  music blasting at 3am,  loud and proud.  palms trees on sunset boulevard.  longer days and shorter nights.  wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.  sand castles.  road trips.  blood orange sunsets.  leaving laundry to hang outside.  flowers in bloom.  sneaking out of your room in the late of night.  pure contentment.  barefoot in the sand.  the street lights coming on.  the sound of ocean in the sea shell.  freshly squeezed lemonade.  loose clothing.  a cannonball into the pool.  sunflowers.  the hazy pink before dusk.  relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.

Timmy preferred crowed places, which always provided him with something to observe (or get distracted by). But ironically enough, he found himself glad that the place wasn’t busy; if it were, he wouldn’t be hanging out with Theo. “That’s chill. Most people I know don’t skate– except those I met at the skate park in the first place. They’re all a pretty cool bunch, to be honest.” And just when Timmy thought he was at max excitement, Theo asked if he could come to the park and watch him compete. If Timmy’s smile was 100 watts already, it was now 1000. “Hey, of course you can come! I can send you the location if you want! You’ll love it! Even if you don’t take up skating, it’s still a pretty cool place with pretty cool people!”