#flower pressings

[anxiousdragoncollector]

Flower pressings

[ladysimrrr]

the feminine urge to write letters tied with perfect silk bows and to embroider lace atop every envelope, to press flowers between pages of books and to carefully put them beneath each wax seal. to keep a journal full of old notes and photographs; pieces of cloth holding precious memories🤍

[entomologize]

Pressed flower collage of a comet moth, by Helen Ahpornsiri

[dame-nostalgique]

I made some little fairies out of pressed flowers 🌷

[thepngpixie]

DRIED FLOWERS pt. 2

[sugarstickers]

꒰ dried flower pngs! ꒱

[thehobbitchronicles]

[madaqueue]

KISS IT BETTER — satoru gojo x f!reader

request | event masterlist | fluff : warm drinks

“do you like it?” satoru smiles at you from across the table, long arms and elbows resting on the wood.

steam warms your face, your palms cradling the ceramic mug.

“i haven’t even tried it yet!” you laugh, holding the cup to your lips. a little whine escapes him as he waits, aquamarine eyes watching you intently. through a chuckle, the hot chocolate - ‘his signature hot cocoa,’ he touted - slides past your lips.

it’s smooth and sweet and rich, and then suddenly all too hot.

as you swallow, your chest erupts in flames, struggling to breathe beyond strained coughs. tears brim in your eyes and you pant, the air doing little to cool your scratchy, aching throat.

satoru is by your side in an instant, brows arched up and pouting.

“my poor baby, what happened? was it too hot? did you burn yourself?”

with a nod, round tears begin spilling down your cheeks.

“let me see, let me see,” he urges, palms resting along your jawline.

sticking your tongue out, you breathe through your parted lips. he frowns at the raw, reddened skin.

“my poor girl,” he coos, his skin melting into yours. with a soft grin, he murmurs, “let me make it better.”

cool lips land on your cheek, trailing across your nose, down your jaw. peppering light pecks across your skin, satoru traces every inch, warmth shared between you. he reaches your stuck-out tongue and you can’t hold back a giggle.

“‘toru,” you whine, giving him a gentle shove.

“what?” with a tilt of his head, snowy hair shuffles across his glimmering eyes. “i’m just trying to kiss it better!”

your laugh is bright, winter sun warming your cheeks.

he places snowflake-light pecks over your face as you giggle before his gaze returns to yours.

“i have to ask though,” his tone now serious as he pauses. “did you like my hot chocolate?”

“i love it because you made it.” through a smile, you blow over the top of it, the liquid rippling below. “even if it burned the hell out of my mouth.”

giddy, satoru smiles, rubbing his nose against yours, leaning his lips down. he tastes sweet and warm, all chocolate and love.

a/n: THANK YOU TO MY BELOVED BIBI FOR REQUESTING THIS I LOVE YOU SM HOPE YOU ENJOYED SATORU BEING A GOOFY LITTLE SWEETHEART :33

[laurakwatson]

SAMPLER

Little embroideries of little things.

[die-rosastrasse]

My pressed flowers collection: pink edition 🌼

[artlefty]

finding a flower meadow in the apocalypse and making the best of it with your antichrist bf

[hyacinth7clover]

purple pressed flowers

[happyheidi]

[pnkemoji]

Yoshitomo

[dame-nostalgique]

Spring-inspired envelope 🌷🕊️

[thepngpixie]

DRIED FLOWERS