Flora

Joined February 2021

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𝒯𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜-𝒷𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 W𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕣

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Counting Shells
It wasn’t complicated. I did what all children did at the beach. Sand in my teeth and sun under my skin, I would collect shells, counting each one out loud as if the sea would applaud me for reuniting their lost friends. I counted shells and mom counted boats.
By Flora5 years ago in Families
The Journey to Become a Shameless Child Again
For some reason, when I was a kid, I hardly ever got embarrassed I know... I know.... you hate me, don't you? But I just didn’t really. When you are known as a goofball, most people don't take you seriously. You drift through life being the eccentric, witty one that won't be questioned when you kiss a football, or purposely wear a shirt inside out on picture day, or burst into song in the cafeteria. People would just laugh and say, "Oh, it's just Flora being Flora."
By Flora5 years ago in Confessions
This Toronto Thai Kitchen Ruined me for All Other Restaurants
This restaurant in the 6ix ruined me When I first moved to Toronto two years ago, I did what everyone does when they are hungry in an unfamiliar city.
By Flora5 years ago in Feast
Daisies
I already have memorized everything about you, but I still can’t look away. The way you move, the inflection of your voice, hair that curls wildly in unison with your spirit. And that dress. I can’t keep it in.
By Flora5 years ago in Humans
Everyone has a Jack Dawson. Top Story - March 2021.
When I was fifteen I watched Titanic for the first time We had it on a VHS tape. Well, technically two VHS tapes because that is how it was when a film was over two hours long. My friend's kept nudging me to watch "even if it is just for Leo" but I put it off because I knew it was long and sad. And in my teenaged brain, that meant boring. But when a tragic case of strep throat kicked me down for over a week, with a house to myself and antibiotic-induced boredom, I thought I would finally see what the fuss was about.
By Flora5 years ago in Humans
What to Know About Your Cup of Joe
I never thought I could like coffee. I always thought it was bitter black bean water that stained teeth and clothes. My parents don’t even drink coffee. Growing up we had one small container of coffee grinds that was hidden on the top shelf in the pantry - at the very back, of course. We would bring it out only a few times a year when we had a full house of guests during the holidays. We would clean out a dusty coffee maker that my parents got as a wedding gift and serve our guests three-year-old stale coffee in a rusting pot.  I don't know how they could stomach it, or even worse, ask for a second cup.
By Flora5 years ago in FYI
Measuring Tape
I have a measuring tape  A gift from my mother    Packing my childhood room into four boxes  And the suitcase I bought for my year abroad
By Flora5 years ago in Families
A Tease of a Dimple
A tease of a dimple. I think that was my favorite thing on his face. It was hidden gently under his left cheek and would appear only with erupting laughter or a private smirk that he only spent on me. Most women would look at him and swoon over his dark hair, like the color of the coffee stains on his blue jeans, and how it effortlessly spilled across his forehead. Or maybe those diamond eyes and lashes with such length, that they could start a wind storm. Or those lips, although they were thin, would flirt and curl into hundreds of tempting smiles that could convince anyone to hypnotically lean in, desiring his kiss.
By Flora5 years ago in Humans