Flower Girl's Thoughts : )

                                   Whoever is not a part in your life now, then he never was..




Whoever is not anymore a part in my life, now, then he never was either in the past. Law. An amendment established from today. Fascism. You name it; A report. An announcement. A decision. The dictatorship of the substance. An excommunication. I can name budge of nouns till midnight.

Month is over 2 days ago. If my life was a store, I would have certainly closed books. I would have been working at the warehouse. I would check the stock, order in case for new one. Exactly what accountants do end of the month or every three months. And after I would realize that what I have is what I have already count. Nothing from what I had. Just what I have now.

It's only few times in your life that you need to ''close a book''; Something that you and only need to do. That you will want to look around you and count. See who has stayed, no matter what had happened, whoever you are, whatever you do, how far you may come, whatever may happen.

Whoever is not anymore a part in my life, now, then he never was. Unfair, for those who were in the past next to me. For those who left recently. If they were with me for a good cause, then they would have stayed. If their intentions were true, crystal clear, they would have stayed then. I would have counted them now next to me and they would have done the same as well.

If at that point our connection was a love bond, then they wouldn't have left, I would have not removed my self from them, our paths wouldn't have separated. We would have found a way. No one of us would have abandon our relationship. Words wouldn't have broken us up. Neither actions. We would have succeed. We would have been still together. And if something was once in danger, we would have rescue it.We would have taken precautions.
You people that you are now gone, where have you been when this whole thing was taking place? I wont' say what, I do not want to cause emotion mood. I am just asking, where have you been? Where are you now that this whole insane is happening? Where am I? Is like that we have never met. But we did not meet each other, indeed.

And if is unfair for those that have came and left, then it is as just generous for those that have recently came and perhaps have not been tested enough yet. But they have managed though to insert in my life, they did today before the census. They haven't been tested, but they came in this mess. They saw the difficult part, the mess, the chaos and still they wanted to be a part of my life. They weren't discouraged by the tent, the ''bad weather'', my own weird mood. They saw something else and for this reason I do appreciate them.

Whoever is not anymore a part in my life, now, then he never was. So I have decided this morning, and so I ''demanded'' to be. My life, my rules. My criteria, my point of view, my census then. The fingers that I count them belong to me, my excommunication then. Each person't life is like a bus. Others stayed to the whole way but before the finish they came down. And others walked in now. But there is a time, only once, that you want to lift your head and check who's sitting next to you. And is the moment that you need the most to do this. Count them. Because who ever is not right now a part of you life, then he has never existed, never was.















Love. Flower Girl. x

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                                             A bottle of wine, a blanket and you





I desire many things in my life. I demand too much from my self. Having few is never enough. I was always asking for more and when I had them I wanted ever more. I was never satisfied with what I had. But there are some times that few are more than enough for me. For example I find satisfaction drinking a bottle of wine, a warm blanket and being in your arms.

Yes, there are those moments that I am satisfied with the few things that you offer me. There are those nights that your hug is more than enough. And I honestly can say that those nights I am full than I ever was. Those times that you kiss my on my forehead and the feeling is amazing, as if you take all the burden off my shoulders.

Inside a house, inside a room, on the couch. You and me. Two arms holding my like I have conquered the whole world. I might never conquer the world, but I have you and you make me happy more than rest of the world. The world out there is not as kind as you are and definitely does not love meas much as you do.

For me is enough that I know that you are next to me every single night. I have you by my side, to kiss me, you will say goodnight and give me a hug. Is kind of ritual before going to bed. Every morning I am thinking our little evening ritual and I keep waiting and waiting the night to finally come and to repeat itself.

You know, I realize that you make me a better person. I was never the kind of person that I was sentimental and loving. I have never believe to fairy tales about love. Neither now I do not believe. But now I know that if fairy tales do exist, my favorite will be our own.

But our fairy tale is not like the others, the classical one that ends with the heroes living happily ever after in the castle. Ours is with no end yet.  Yes, this is the difference that makes our fairy tale special. We do not want to end it; we want to live it as it is now. Without thinking what end fits to it.

You and I inside our fairy tale. You for me and I for you. Is there anything more beautiful than this? Why should we ask more since we are fine as we are now? You know, too many do not help sometimes the situation. So leave it as ti is my darling, and if one day I ask for more, remind please that we have already everything because we have each other.

Perhaps you have taught me something more than love. You taught me to live simpler and the more you may have, do not make you a better person. If you don't have a pair of ''arms'' to hold you in the night, if you don't have a person to kiss you in the morning and say good morning, then the rest is useless; Only thing I want is you.







Love. Flower Girl. x

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                                                         Outfit Of The Day


Thursday! Yay Finally this week is almost to its end : )

The outfit today is mix n match since my mood is I don't know what...
But we gotta keep trying people no matter how we are inside.

Khaki bottoms by Lanidor

Jungle shirt by French Connection

Brown knit by Mango

Mustard pointed heels by Flashback

Mustard leather bag by Bagatt

Sleek hairstyle

Love. Flower Girl. x

Flower Girls' Thoughts:)

                               How can you live without passion in  your life?




Good evening beautiful, people!

We look in the mirror and we barely recognize our self. We go to bed and wake up while we are waiting for the weekend, we count the days till Christmas, we add days on August so as we don't have to say goodbye to summer. And all these for what?

Because everyday day life has become routines' synonym. And the more we hate this ''routine'' the more we are taking care of it - ironic, I know - to shape it more boring, more and more unbearable. We fed it with ''dead'' hours that we simple consume by killing our precious time literally and metaphorically.

Waiting for something to come and to make us happy - an event, a fest, a break from our routine - instantly we make our everyday life unbearable. We let it to be lost in obscurity without paying any attention , we and only demote it.

Waiting more and more for something to grab us from the mine of inertia, waiting even to live. The rest of the days we simply forget it.

It is not hard to realize what is missing in our life and make it so difficult, if you think about it. Like when you drink your coffee you need to add sugar, in food you add salt, in this way life needs its own ingredient to taste better. You can ''drink'' it raw. Or perhaps you can drink it but has no taste. And we prefer the raw version when the ingredient does not make sweet, nor fat does not harm health, but rather the opposite?

What we have subtracted from our life - either by choice or not- is the passion. It is most probably unreal- but don't be a fool - it is real! how different would everything be if  you give it the right food. A motive. The mind has build in this way to work all the time. When it vegetates, then it gets tired. And when it gets tired it makes you see everywhere and everything black, it removes from your view the colors.

Give to your mind a puzzler  to solve. Give to your mind passion. Give to it a task that you like so as in the night to think about it and give you dream. Give to it a profession that makes you happy and it will try to give you 1002 solutions so as you succeed on it. Give to it a face to worship and it will transform you, will give you a magic potion which make you go and claim for it. Just give to your mind something and you will start living.

Do not remain static, life skips you fast. Like a child which runs all over the place non stop, full of energy and resistance. It won't wait for you. Grab that smiley child's hand and let it show you a far more beautiful world. A faster world, a hyperactive, an elective one. When your pulses rise up with your hearts' pulses then you won't have time and breathings to waist on waiting.








Love. Flower Girl. x

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                                                           Outfit Of The Day

Finally is Wednesday! Great feeling, right?

Mid of the week, another day at work and baby is cold outside. Winter is at the corner but feels good... 

And of course a little bit of fashion touch makes us feel better even if we are s*** inside...

Bohemian retro top by Castro

Black linen bottoms by Springfield

Nude wedges by Nine West

Sleek hairstyle

Love. Flower Girl. x

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                                                              Outfit Of The Day

Hello November!

Winter is officially on, people. Cozy nights by the sofa, with cup of teas and watching movies.. Yea, sounds awesome. And while raining even better, right?!

I wish you a wonderful fashionable month.

Burgundy purple chiffon blouse by Red herring

Purple/grey linen bottoms by United Colors of Benetton

Wedges by Nine West

White leather bag by Lanidor

Love. Flower Girl. x

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                                                Waiting is even more magical than the result




In our entire life we are all waiting for something. We are on hold either for a person or an event.
It may last minutes, hours or even years. Usually the longer the wait then the its extend is the same.

Why did I refer to the word ''magical'' regards to the waiting? And the reason is that its value much greater than the result. Who say's so? The history and only shouts it every time, on behalf of all of us.

How is it possible to be more satisfied being on hold rather than having in front of our eyes the result as a living proof? No need for further arguments; the answer is simple and selfish. Because the whole waiting scenario is based on 'I want'', ''I am waiting''.

Usually waiting for something, we build in our mind the proper circumstances that we would like to come with the result; we even have thought how we will react.

We have written dialogues, done casting with people, we have even considered the weather that the result will take place when the sum is done -  because the result is always our desires divided the real facts.

Most of the times we do not consider on casting the main leader which is the 'reality'. On the contrary we tend to montage the possible scenes based on our imagination. In summary while we wait we tend to dream and we make the result more attractive based on our taste. The outcome is coming. But is not like the one you wished for. You get disappointed and you are grateful for the the waiting.

The waiting makes us to travel wherever we want but the outcome not. Even that the outcome is a Plasticine that we are shaping as would like and as we wait. However time keeps us a surprise as we wait for something or someone. And the unknown had always a bigger audience than the known one.

The mind has the ability, if something does not like it in waiting 'rehearsal', to change it before the avant premiere of the outcome. It redefines, takes a glue and while erasing, it change the actor's names. When the premier of the outcome comes, nothing can be changeable. It has been given a deadline to our desires and automatically they have lost the right to come back.

Feeling numb, can't breathe can not compete the outcome opposite you. You are now face to face with the result which you were crafting in your head all this time, the trying has now gone to sleep, covered by the surprise just in case it gets cold and the extend of the result is now reading fairy tales to go in deeper sleep.

Strong feelings that they use to travel you whatever you desired the most are now in sleep. At the end of the day does it worth to stop trying? When you stop hoping on the 'altar' of improvement?

How many times did you manage to heal a sickness while waiting the exams' results? How many times did you dress up to go for an interview and they never called you back? How many other times did you wait for the person to come, was holding already your hand but he was unable to touch your it? And think those times that you were next to the damn phone and waiting to ring and you were talking to yourself, and in the end you felt to sleep while waiting.

In waiting areas smoking is forbidden. But in reality you don't care. As long as you are coloring the path before the destination whatever co lour you may have, while waiting. And you get tired of coloring you will light up an imaginary cigarette. Nicotine costs you nothing since you have fill your mind up with hopes, dreams and plans; same addiction as the first one.

But if you have seen a sign ''smoking is forbidden'' in waiting area while serving the result in front of you, then you will kill a person. Oh yes. Because you can't feel sorry for him, you can puff once while you are standing aloof opposite the reality, you can't even have fun if the reality was coming along with your hopes. At that point no addiction can replenish anything.

Smoker or not, dreamer or cynical, waiting has its own magical gold dust. Would like silver dust? It has as well magic. Whatever you are, no matter how well you are with reality, you will always prefer to hope and dream lying in bed where hopes are immortal and all facts can be manipulated. Selfishness or need for a fairy tale, you don't give a s***.




Love. Flower Girl. x