posts from flowers


journallost in the sun {2}

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a walk at the park. a dropped camera. an opened cover. three pictures.

today my latest roll of film got lost in the sun. and so did I. it’s now certain: I love autumn, and everything that it means to me.

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food, journala kind of magic {4}

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sometimes, the simplest things turn into magic. and to me, this is the beauty of the everyday.

one. baking bread.
two. rainy days with thunder.
three. laughing. always and forever more.
four. looking at the world through a camera.
five. getting lost.

what feels like magic to you?

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journalthe golden hour {3}

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I woke up to the most gorgeous shades of gold. this new morning light feels exciting. x

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journalmake a wish {2}

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recently, I’ve found myself to embrace the unexpected. and now, instead of fighting to make things happen, I’m taking it slow.

it’s like making a wish, then forgetting about it, only to realise it has become true.

wishes are beautiful and make our world a little bit better.

getting a roll of film developed does as well. now, if only I had the time. and while I’m at it, my latest roll got accidentally rewinded. double exposure surprise.

I am excited!

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journalunexpected love {2}

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I only went away for a couple of days, and here is what I found when I got back.

the trees have all blossomed and it’s gorgeous. I feel blessed to live in such a lovely city.

spring, I love you.

what do you love the most about spring?

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journalpeanut {2}

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it’s been a while since the last hello monday. and to be honest the couple past mondays have been less than great, as in break-up less than great.

but today already feels perfect. I took our bunny peanut into the garden. he just loves being in the grass and eating too many flowers.

later, I will go for lunch on the beach with a new friend, get some new pied-de-poule pants for work, and help my sister on her poetry report.

have a lovely monday, wherever in the world you’re stuck!

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journaldans l’herbe {6}

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no matter how eager I am to go back to London, I must admit I’m quite enjoying the quiet moments I spend here.

my flight was supposed to leave early this morning, and now I won’t be able to catch a train for England before this wednesday.

in the meantime, I’m clearly hanging out with the coolest kid ever: peanut. we’re both lying in the grass and monkeying around.

wounds seem to heal nicely this way. and it feels good to painlessly breath again without the tears.

how lazily are you spending your Sunday?

ps. I have three rolls of film waiting to be developed. it’s going to be fun.

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journaloff the map {6}

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a lot has happened lately. in fact, it’s been a lot more than I can handle. so I decided to take a week off and fly to France.

I’m now ready to go back to London for more exciting adventures. at least, that’s what I want to be thinking.

for now, I’ll just stick to this and pretend I actually feel like smiling about it all.

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food, journalrecently {2}

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a new month begins. in thirty days I will turn twenty-five. I’m still undecided for my wishlist. I just know I want something bold to remember what a long way I have come.

recently, I have – in alphabetical order:

one. made apple tarts.
two. eaten a warm salad of beetroot and goat cheese.
three. molded a dark chocolate bar and sprinkled it with with maldon sea salt.
four. seen the roses Guillaume gave me for our first anniversary getting dry.
five. spotted some blooming flowers in hyde park.
six. dreamed about actual floating lamps.
seven. loved this laundry string.
eight. thought that red and green is pretty.
nine. taken a walk on a sunny morning.
ten. felt overwhelmed by the building around trafalgar square.

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journalwelcome {one}

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many things make me happy right now. things like spotting blooming flowers or meeting a new friend.

spring is here again! and it feels lovely.

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