#cottonflowers

[lisas-yr]

La festa delle donne si sta avvicinando, e come rendere felici le tue donne di casa? 😊

Semplice, la parola d’ordine è ;

BAGNODOCCIA MIMOSA E FIORI DI COTONE ❤️

Lascia la pelle setosa e morbida, e il suo profumo è molto delicato ❤️

[sacrillegea]

@cottonflowers​ liked for a starter

Head in hands as elbows rest against the bar, back arched over stringing with regret   ( if  she knew you  were going  to  take this  long  she would’ve  grabbed  a chair ). Despite the discomfort,  she remains attentive, still holding onto the hope that the story will get more interesting.   Long blinks  & finally her arms will give,  stretching back into her usual stance, she can’t help but look a little disappointed.

“Is that it?”

[nitebit-archive]

@cottonflowers​     * 

❛  i can feel it. whatever was in you.   ❜    

[stridshundar-a]

He’s loving this guy’s style -- ears all pierces up and a swagger like he owned the place. He’s handsome too; tousled red-brown hair? Green eyes? Might just be the sexiest combination.  Man, this guy must really be hot shit; he’s clearly got money and power, but he can’t quite pinpoint from where. Conrad watches the guy fumble with a cigarette carton, and by the look on his face, it must be empty. 

Maybe he should swoop in and save the day.

     “ Need a smoke? ”     He extends his own pack out to the other, mustering the most charming smile he could manage,     “ M’name’s Conrad. ”

                                   》 @cottonflowers​ ♡’d for a starter

[sacrillegea]

"does yer kind celebrate christmas?" but before she can give him an answer he goes and shoves a wooden box into her hands. upon opening it she should find red velvet lining its base and walls, as well as a heart, freshly torn from the chest of some no name rando he'd caught staring at 'er a lil too much ── "mhm went all snow white style."

She stares down at the box in her hands before looking back at him, she’s got that smile that seems to radiate every time ghost comes round. “you didn’t have’ta---” Cheeks flush a rosy hue typically absent from her skin, both delighted & hyper-aware of her expression. She places the lid back on, holding the box close before wrapping an arm around him. “thank you.” Head resting against his shoulder she’ll move to place a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

[another-delta-baby]

You will always be my favorite stuffy. :)

[sacrillegea]

i didn’t mean the things i said. 🥺

miscellaneous angst starters. - open!

She tries to laugh it off, the smoke swirling in her lungs instead resulting in a coughing fit & a poorly drawn on smile. Perhaps if she were someone else this would all be a shock, a mass revelation that would sink her. But you’re not the first to disappoint her ( & unlikely to be the last ) so instead, she looks at you & takes another puff letting the smoke cast a haze between them.

“it doesn’t matter anyways.”