It’s not the pressed flowers— it’s the memories that go along with them.
✵{C'EST LA V}✵
~Welcome to the beautiful World of Vieta~
These are silly points of view from that silly-giggle-tickled girl who lives multiple lives as a butterfly swimmer, a violinist, a writer, a fashion&food-lover, and occasionally, a silly teenager from a silly American high school. Clearly, she likes very long sentences.
And the word "silly" too.
Posts tagged flowers:
The human effort to capture live beauty on paper, for eternal keeping.
Pastel colors for Easter Sunday this weekend.
Where the wild roses grow, the sun shines purely.
A beautiful rose for every one beautiful, which is every one.
The soft and bright colors of spring, coming soon.
The world from a window, the world to a window.
A line of roses, one by one.
Dainty, miniature roses of a blush-pink.
A treasure trove.
A little of each different color.
Ode to the remembrances of Spring.
Soft pastels and fluttering fabric with floral print.
It’s amazing how nature can produce such dainty structures.
Wild, vintage roses.
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