Flora

Joined February 2021

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𝒯𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜-𝒷𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 W𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇

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Soft
When I think of my mother. Everything seems so soft. . Soft–like her voice. Poetic. Magnetic. Empathetic. Filling the air with patience–listening.
By Flora4 years ago in Poets
Empty Swimming Pool
I'm wearing more pink and writing more letters. My matching rose lipstick kissed onto the stamp. I wrote you down so I could keep you, somehow.
By Flora5 years ago in Poets
How Vocal+ Fills My 'School Days' Void . Top Story - July 2021.
School Days The pencils to sharpen. The textbooks to carry. The lockers to decorate. The bleachers to kiss under. The bell to wait for. The bus to shit talk on.
By Flora5 years ago in Education
Dreaming As We Float
Call me egocentric, but you dream of me too–don't you? The actress that I am, demanding to be on every stage, even in your slumber. They say children grow to want everything they lacked in their sandbox days. The poor become workaholics or gambling addicts–counting pennies until their fingertips smell of copper. The tight-leashed become adrenaline seekers–swimming with great whites and inhaling the same color. And then there are people like me. The actors, the singers, the comedians, the performers. The children who grew to be spotlight hungry–craving the applause, the recognition, the attention.
By Flora5 years ago in Fiction
Chopping Off Her Arms Didn't Stop Her
I don't want to make this about him Isn't it strange that we know the killer's names, but often not the victims? I can tell you the specific ways how Ted Bundy, the BTK Killer, and the Golden State Killer murdered their victims, but can't tell you one of their victim's names.
By Flora5 years ago in Criminal
20 (lighthearted) Quarantine Side Effects
So this year has hit us hard. Our minds. Our bodies. Romantic lives. Social lives. Spiritual lives. Our Amazon budget..... and streaming service(s) budget. Our bangs (r.i.p.). And the list goes on.
By Flora5 years ago in Humans
I am not like you
If time has wings – they are clipped. Severed by the cold steel of my mother’s sewing shears– in my hand, in my hair. Snip. Snip. Snip.
By Flora5 years ago in Poets
The Fair
I had sticky pink lips and sugar teeth cause the years Gran came to the fair were few. Her leather hand would squeeze mine – one, two, three.
By Flora5 years ago in Poets
A Tale of a Broke Girl Who Could Only Afford to DIY. Top Story - May 2021.
A creative outlet has always been essential for my mental health. Sewing, painting, playing piano, writing, making homemade gifts or cards - just anything and everything. I get so obsessed with learning how to create new things that some projects are way beyond reason, making most people respond with, "why? Just why?"
By Flora5 years ago in Lifehack
Melting Watercolors
Red— like my father. Drawing blood, hot— to bashful cheeks if embarrassed, enamored, excited. Tight tee shirts
By Flora5 years ago in Poets
nothing feels right
nothing feels right don't you agree? birthday candles have white words and big teeth told us wishes come true and that dreams are worth having
By Flora5 years ago in Poets
10 Sephora Finds that Make me Double Take When I Pass a Mirror
I Bought Makeup at the Grocery Store for Ten Years Not that anything is wrong about that. In fact, fuck the patriarchy, don't wear makeup if you don't want to. Or do. The point is to do what makes you feel beautiful and authentic and real.
By Flora5 years ago in Blush