Flower Girl's Thoughts : )

                                                  No one has ever forgotten by drinking






'' I drink to forget'' a friend of mine one said and he laughs while smoking. As if the booze will erase the memories. And the one who said it first either was a big damn-ass or a troll.

The same influence that has the liquor on fire, it has on thoughts as well. Every sip is the fuel for a time machine which takes us back in time, but with the condition that it accepts only to transport imagination and not the reality. An utopia with an expiration date the time that you are will wake up the next day with headache and difficulty to breathe, and even for a while, will allow you to play again the scenes only with different speeches, dialogues, behaviors, and even main actors.

So drink to forget and good luck if you ever manage to succeed  it. The more you drink then more feelings will be coming on the surface one after other. Almost all, except the first one that you were wishing for, from the very first sip, the Lethe.

From literary masterpieces till love songs that you will listen on third-second class music entertainment places that speak about the blurred surreal mishmash of thoughts gives its place to logic, and besides feeling , it starts as well to awaken the ghosts that are hunting us.

Then is the time that we regret all those f****** ''leave'' that we said the time we wanted them to stay, for those time that we turned our back and said goodbye instead of putting roots inside the shoe so as they won't make us to move and leave. They say everything happens for a reason. With the same logic it applies the same for all those things that did not happen.

And that time not only we do not forget but even the no achievable things start to imagine to us real. The burden that we carry on our back illuminates it lighter. Then we do supposed to not know what to do but did not have the guts to dare.

At the end people is tired of conscious preoccupation with substance, likes to be occupied with stupid details, to live the illusion of control. Illusion in the sense that he can fix mistakes, illusion in the sense that after drinking the half bottle to drive, illusion that after a finished story he still may have hopes. Biggest mistakes have taken place after being drunk. Car accidents even drunken messages that never should have been sent.

Booze seduces you insidiously; First you are in euphoria, that you preserve by drinking a little bit more. Truth begins to flirt with fiction and before you realize, you are going through an emotional loading kind of earthquake. No, my friend you do not drink to forget. And you know it from the very first sip. The only think for sure that you might forget is your cell phone, cigarettes or keys, and sleep on the floor.

The rest you will remember in every single detail. If it does exist the saying that we are mortals until the first kiss or the second glass of wine, they you have nothing to be scared or feeling guilty for. When you are in deep lowest sh&**, then there is upwards.





Cheers



Love. Flower Girl. x

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

Flower Girl's Thoughts : )

                                             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

Pic Of The Day : )

                                                         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