Daises, the Sound of Laughter, Press Flowers, Genuine Compliments, Oversized Sweaters

Hey!! Post number three!! It’s much shorter but it’s by far my favorite out of the three, I hope you enjoy!! 




I hold the flowers in my hand, a cup of sonf skin and painted nails, filled with white petals and yellow middles. I let out a breathy laugh, my long lashes sweeping my cheeks. The sun is catching my fair skin, making the small freckles peek out from their hiding spots.

“We should press these,” I murmur.

“If you want to, here,” Kace hands me his text book, “Use this.”

“Are you sure, don’t you need this for school?” He shakes his head and open the book to the middle. The flowers drop one by one into the book, I place them so that they’re flat and then start to close the book.

“Wait,” He says quickly, he grabs one of the flowers and then nods, “Kay, go ahead and close it.”

I do, the crisp pages hiding the delicate blossoms. We’re in his car, driving home form the beach. My toes are still sandy and my hair still salty and wet, it hangs in limp waves. My feet are on the dash and his hands on the wheel and his blue sweater hanging loosely on my skinny frame. The sleeve go long past my arms, it’s big, even for him.

“What are you going to do with that?” I ask, nodding to the flower in his hand.

“Eat it,” He says sarcastically, he pretends to put it in his mouth.

“The heck?” I scoff, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Leave me alone,” He smirks. He slows the car to the side of the road and put his hand under my chin, turning it to him. He places the flower in my hair, behind my ear and grins. “You’re perfect Camo.”

I pull down the mirror and look at myself. Mascara creates little dark smears under my bottom lashes and my hair is sticky and gross, the flower tucked in it. I snort.

“I look awful.”

“Not from my perspective,” he shrugs.

“You’re so sappy,” I curl up in the seat, having the sweater fall over my knees.

“You could just say thank you,” He sighs, starting the car up again.

“Thank you,” I sigh back. His normal tame hair is a mess of curls that his blonde highlights weave through them in a way that makes me reach up my hand and wrap them around my fingers. He glances over at me, his hazel eyes not blinking for a long while. “Eyes on the road.”

“Right,” He shakes his head and looks back to the road, “Sorry.”

“So sappy,” I repeat, staring at him while he continues to glance back at me when the road is empty.

This Heart

My heart is a little tender

Becuase it’s been touched too many times

My heart is a little stretched

Too many feelings at one time

My heart is a little broken

Just a few cracks going down the middle

From when I thought I was losing you

But my heart is still here

And you can take it,

If you want a tender, stretched, cracked heart.

I really hope you do.

Journals and Stationery, Whispers, Feeling Sleepy, Browsing Wikipedia for 2 Hours, Streets in Foreign Cities, Sculptures

Yay!! Second post!! I like this one and I think you will too! Hopefully, otherwise #awkward. Please enjoy!

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“Okay, so,” I take a deep breath. Roan watches me carefully, his long lashes blinking and a small smile of his plump lips. “We have to get either cards or journals from each country we visit.”

“We’re not visiting very many,” He says, his words are slow and soft. I hang on every word and can’t stop looking at his face. A website glares from my computer screen and light part of my face in an eerie way. I’ve been doing research for the past two hours, Roan watching me. My eyes are watery and red from staring at the screen for too long. But I want this trip to be perfect. The room is dark, it’s three in the morning. We leave at four to go to the air port. Roan and I will be visiting Europe for two weeks. I can hardly breathe, I’m so excited. “Only like five.”

“New plan,” I say suddenly and with a smile. “We get two journals and two different sets of stationery from each country.”

“Sounds perfect,” He yawns, “As long as you’re there, I’m happy.”

“Yea, that line is getting old, you could at least have an opinion on something,” I sigh, “Like, I know you love me but… You didn’t even care what continent we going too.”

He lays down on my bed and stretches out, a lazy smirk sprawled on his lips. He shrugs delicately.

“I’m going to take a nap until we have to go,” He blows a kiss and rolls over. I ditch my glasses on the table and I lay next to him, my arms pressed against his back. He’s warm and I can feel his muscles  contract as he breathes deeply. My eyelids are heavy and I let them fall. My mind wanders and I feel so happy in that moment.

Roan is right, it really doesn’t matter where we are.


My alarm clock blares and we get out of bed. My eyes and mouth are filled with sleep and everything is hazy. I let out a sigh and grab my glasses. Everything clears and I suddenly realize where we’re going. I grin.

“Legend?” Roan smiles again. He’s always smiling.

“Mhm?” I think for once, I’m smiling larger than him.

“You’re really adorable.” He murmurs. Then grabs his bags and walks out of my room.

“You too!” I call after him. I grab my bags and meet him out by the taxi we called. We get in and I’m bouncing from excitement.

“Calm down, by the time we get there, you’ll be out of energy and need another nap.” He rolls his eyes and kisses the top of my head. My scalp tingles where his lips brushed my hair.

“I’ll sleep on the plane,” I kiss his cheek, he licks his lips and leans back against the seat.

“This is going to be quite the trip now isn’t it?” He sighs.

“Definitely, but you won’t care because…” I wait for in to fill in the blanks.

“Because I have my little Legend,” He shakes his head and starts to double-check the paper work and passports.

“I’m not a little Legend, I’m a fricking big one,” I say, “Don’t forget that my little Roan.”

“Mmk, I won’t.” He says, pretending to not pay attention. I play with my hair and watch the world go by.


When we get to the airport, everything is insane. People everywhere, planes everywhere, food everywhere. I’ve never flown before and everything is surprising and new and… absolutely perfect. I’m still bouncing and Roan is a little more excited too.

He’s hard to read. Took me forever but I can finally tell when he’s excited. His smirk is stretched in the slightest and his fingers tap on anything and everything. Right now it’s my palm as he holds my hand. I lean into his shoulder, he’s solid and warm. Are airports always this cold?


The plane ride is terrifying. I hate it so much. I spend the whole time with my eyes squeezed shut because one glance out the window and I feel like I need to puke. Landing squeezing a lot of squeaks and squeals out of me and Roan lets me hide in the crook of his arm.

We get there. And we drive to our hotel. And I can barely believe it. We had been planning this trip forever. For two years we had been trying to come to this place. Now, we’re finally here.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Roan, I can’t breathe, oh my gosh.” I’m bouncing again.

“This is pretty cool, it’s worth not breathing over,” He murmurs, his head tilted so he coud look at everything.

“I can’t believe this, we’re finally here,” I squeal, this time from excitement.

“Let’s check in first,” He says, pulling my arm in the direction of the hotel. “So we can ditch our stuff?”

“Yea, yea okay.” I nod vigorously.

I get stuck on the steps.

“Woah…” There are statues on our hotel steps and I can’t believe how pretty they are. “Let’s take a picture.”

“They’ll be there in five minutes, let’s put this away and this we can take a picture,” He says, ever patient. I blink, then nod. This trip will be perfect, as long as he comes with.

Lies that are needed

The end of a moive

The theater dark

Tears bubbling from my eyes

Falling over my cheeks

Tumbling until they hit the red chairs

You turning to me

Eyes wide


We weren’t watching a sad movie,

Were we?

No, no

Something else, I murmur, the movie was nice

What, you ask, what’s wrong

I lie

I use another one of my problems to calm your worries

A small problem

You probably think I’m stupid,

You’ve been through so much worse.

But the real reason I’m crying,

Is something I could never tell you.

It’s the fact

That you will go home

to where you live,

So far away

And you will have a friend

Who will get to love you as much as I

And you will make her feel whole

Make her feel wanted.

And I will be here,

Holding onto to the happy memories you gave me.

While you still could.

With Enough Tape

Everyone has told me

So many times

That I will be able to get over love

That with enough tape

I will be able to clean up this broken heart.

But I think it’s the opposite

I think with enough tape

You can pretend to be normal

With enough tape

You can paint over the holes in the wall

With enough tape

Someone else can love you

But loving them back is impossible

Because you always have cracks where the loves leaks out

And disappears

10. Interlocked hands, snow angels, a deck of cards

SO, we have come to a close, we are at the end. Actually no, I think I’ll continue this for the rest of the summer. So don’t freak out man. I’ll still be here. In the meantime enjoy…


“Okay so if I have like, these ones, do I win?” He asks, I arch a brow.

“You don’t know how to play poker?” I scoff. His face goes bright red. “Also, I can’t tell unless you show me your cards.”

“Not really,” He shrugs, “And honestly, I think one of these is an uno card but I haven’t said anything because I thought it was apart of the game…”

“Oh…. my… gosh,” I start laughing, doubling over. “You don’t know how to play poker, you idiot.”

“Okay, I feel like that’s a little harsh, I just never learned,” He looks at me, his lips pursed together.

“But you never told me that, how many games have we played, how much money have you lost?” I giggle. “You prideful little brat.”

“Shut up Ellis,” He sighs, rubbing his hands together, “Whose idea was it to play outside?”

“Yours?” I point out. He face falls.

“I hate you,” He gets up, “I’m done with poker.”

“Phoenix!” I yell, getting up. My shoes catching on the table leg. I trip and go sprawling into the snow. He runs over to me, his face full of concern.

“You okay?” He asks, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I pull him down into the snow. He cusses me out. I giggle again and hold tight to his hand. They’re rough, like sandpaper. “I still hate you, you know that right?”

“No, you love me,” I sigh, “Do you not know how to do snow angels too?”

“No, I have no clue what that is,” He says dryly. I kiss his cheek and scoot a little bit father away from him. My hand still wrapped around his, I kick my legs out and my hands over my head. The snow soak through my jeans and soon I’m shivering but it’s worth it. Because Phoenix joins in after a while and we make a wonderful snow angel. And he has  wonderful smile.