hey folks. you lovely individuals. i think it’s official, i owe replies for almost all my 1x1s. this week is really busy and i know im gonna have a day or two where I will be able to do replies but it might not be till monday or later on! either way, i will be mostly mobile the rest of the weekend and the bulk of the week, but i always have my phone with my KIK, aim and tumblr so hmu if you need to msg me! love you all.
ayden monroe + gardening am i allowed to do this????? c:
Ayden. Ayden Monroe. Ayden-Rose Monroe. She's tough on the exterior and doesn't have any intentions of showing you any different. And yet. Her greatest joy comes from the softest, purest intentions of all. It was a love passed down from her grandfather who had kept a garden his whole life in the Napa Valley, teaching young Ayden the ropes. She had fostered the love her whole life, peonies being her absolute favourite flower. The year before her grandfather passed away, they had found a solace for their lush flora on top of her uncle's company rooftop. It was a ten-storey building which they had built a greenhouse on, Ayden having free reign to design it however she wanted. Of course, none of her friends know about her love for flowers and her green thumb. She sees it as a sort of thing that most girls would giggle and squeal about and go on about how pretty everything was. But for Ayden it was so much more than that. It was continuing on a legacy that her grandfather had built with her, the one person who was more of a father to her than her own. It was about the nurturing of a plant that could grow by itself, but just needed some tender loving care. Ayden saw her love of gardening as more than just a petty thing that most girls would find adorable instead of connecting with nature, memories and her grandfather in a way that nothing else could. She also is one hundred percent totally aloof at the fact that her middle name is Rose and the correlation between that and her beloved hobby.
this is a psa for all my partners/slash people i kik/aim/text and basically just for this week. first off, i am working for my dad in which i work 7-6 everyday so replies are going to be limited because i'm exhausted even after the first day. SECONDLY, and most importantly, i dropped my phone into the deep, dark depths of a port-o-potty today and it is absolutely knackered which i cannot describe to you the deep depression i feel on this matter. so for the time being i hope to either connect my imessages to my laptop or try and revive my phone. because otherwise this week will be......yeah, omg i'm starting to hyperventilate.
hello lovelies; so i'm leaving tomorrow morning to go to vancouver for the week to visit a friend so my activity is going to be slightly..impaired. i still have my laptop and will get on when i can to reply and i have lots of time on my flights to do so as well. so don't fret, i have a good feeling i'm going to find the time. just wanted to let everyone know. should i tag you? ok i'm gonna tag you. have a lovely week!
So I'm going to tenerife tomorrow and I'll be there for a fortnight with hardly any internet and no laptop, so this is me saying I'll be on hiatus for two weeks. I'm too busy to set up a proper queue today (I'll just queue this post a few times) so I'll not be posting and understand if you want to unfollow, I'll be back August 17th. In terms of my 1x1s I will do all the replies I currently owe and anymore I get over the fortnight when I get back- sorry about the wait! If any of you don't want to wait and want to drop the plot I understand, just shoot me a message. Okay, I think that's it, thanks.
"You’re too good for me." // "I just don’t want to hurt you." // "I can’t lose you. I need you." // "I never meant to hurt you.." // "How do I breathe without you?" // "Why are you starring at me like that?" okay okay i'm done but i love them already
"You’re too good for me."
"I just don’t want to hurt you."
"Then don’t." Her words were a whisper and she looked at him earnestly, with true faith that he wouldn’t hurt her. Stood in between his legs, Alice had been patching him up from his fight of the night, and their eternal argument had happened once more, but Alice didn’t want to fight. She wanted to make him see that she trusted him, that he had nothing to fear, because she didn’t. Grateful that they were roughly the same height in that moment, Alice lifted one hand to cradle his cheek and smiled. "You," she started, fiercely passionate about what she wanted to say, "you are so important to me. I trust you, Matthew. I know you won’t hurt me. So please trust yourself."
"I can’t lose you. I need you."
As much as she might wish that they were, things weren’t always easy between herself and Matthew. Even if the basis was how much they cared about each other, they argued, and there were times that Alice wasn’t sure for how much longer she could do it. But this time, when he looked so scared, she had no thoughts for herself, and crossed the room to stand before him. Her hands held his for a moment before tugging him into a tight embrace, pressing her cheek against his chest. “I’m not going anywhere. Do you hear that? I’m staying right here. I’m here for you.”
"I never meant to hurt you.."
For the first time in one of their spats, Alice couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t bring herself to turn her gaze and see Matthew, because she could hear him. She could hear how torn up he was, and knew that if she so much as glanced at him she’d be putty in his hands. Alice couldn’t ever make herself say no to him, or leave when she maybe should have, and this time she needed to try and stay strong. “Never meaning to do something doesn’t take back the fact that you did it.” Her voice was quiet but she was proud of the fact that she didn’t falter.
"How do I breathe without you?"
Friends told Alice that her relationship with Matthew wasn’t healthy. They’d only recently established that it was in fact a relationship, with Alice convincing Matthew that everything was going to be okay, that they could be okay together, and finally admitting how much they meant to each other. It had been evident, but hearing it coming from both sides was a relief. Alice couldn’t remember if her friends had used the word dependent, but even when an alarm rang in her head at his words, she completely melted as she stared at him. “You won’t have to.” She promised, smiling at him. “You won’t ever have to find out. I’m right here, and I won’t ever let you go.”
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
With a grin on her face that was starting to make her cheeks hurt, Alice shrugged. She had indeed been staring at him with that smile for a few minutes as they lounged on his sofa together, her head in his lap, and when he noticed he had questioned it. “Well, you know.” She shrugged again and lifted one arm to trail a finger from his temple, down his cheek and along his jawline before dropping her hand to her lap. “I love you.” Alice hadn’t said it before, and it was almost astounding at how easy it was for her to say it. She wondered if it should have been more of a special occasion, but in her heart she knew the words to be true and so she couldn’t help but say it. “I love you, Matthew Ulrich. And so I’m staring at you. Is that okay?”