#huxley marigold

[sirendroid]

Golden Artifact

Huxley is the black sheep of the Marigold family. Instead of learning nobility type stuff, he has decided to become a thief and steal artifacts for the fey. He's not the best at being charismatic, but he can sneak!

[hematocephalus]

some mexican!damien hcs

as the pioneer of mexican!damien in the server formerly known as redacted records and currently known as wonderworld, ive decided to apply it to hux and damien after they've started dating :3

(also, this is a half canon divergent hc bc imo mexican!damien is very close to his family, despite the whole magic thing)

• after a couple of months, damien slowly starts calling huxley more affectionate names in spanish, adding a "mi amor" at the end of sentences. when hux notices and asks about it, damien gets very shy and very blushy and he refuses to make eye contact as he explains what each one means. (hux's favorite is cariño bc hux calls damien honey umu)

• damien cooks a lot more than huxley originally thought he did. like he knew damien is very health oriented person but he didn't expect just how much food damien makes in one sitting lol. he ends up making lunch and some snacks for hux on heavy practice days which hux adores :3

• when damien takes hux home to meet the family, on a scale of 1-10, his anxiety is at a 25. hux of course soothes him and comforts him, reassuring that everything will be fine. and it goes very well, everyone loves Huxley and they love how he makes Damien shine umu. his nana not so subtly slips him a small velvet box while hux is distracted and she just nods knowingly ehe

• Damien has a habit of humming to himself when he's alone and when he gets even more comfy w Huxley, he starts doing it around him more often. sometimes Huxley recognizes the songs and other times, he'll ask Damien and he'll say they're just sma songs but eventually he tells them they are Spanish ballads about love and hux just squishes him so close to him bc he's fuckin Cute™

• Damien gets Huxley hooked on pan dulce, specifically conchas. it's one of the surefire ways to brighten Huxley's day if he's not vibing.

• Huxley eventually finds out that when Damien was a kid, he was a folklorico dancer and he kept it up until about high school and never spoke of it again lol

• The first time Dia De Los Muertos comes around while they're dating, Damien asks Huxley if he wants to participate. Huxley readily says yes but as the traditions and customs goes on, he truly sees how much it means to Damien. and on November 2nd, Damien takes Huxley to "meet" his tata. his grave is adorned with marigolds and lights and candles and when Huxley looks at Damien, he feels nothing but pure, unadulterated love.

[themonotonysyndrome]

Hi again. This is for the emoji asks 👪 🥞 and 💐 for Freelancer and🥞 💐 🌙 for Angel. Thank you

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You're on a roll, Diamond!Anon. Thank you for this ask! It was fun coming up with headcanons for the Freelancer for a change.

Freelancer:

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

I imagined the Freelancer to come from a really strict and affluent background. As the only child, they were groomed as an heir to a business empire. They've been lonely for as long as they could remember and only see their parents twice a month.

When their magic started to manifest, they were rightfully fearful of them before excitement took over.

So instead of following the path that has been paved for them, the Freelancer runs away to Dahlia. They had a rough beginning because they had never been independent before and their magic is getting out of control but then Caelum came along!

The rest is history.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

Teochew porridge. It's a light, yet hearty breakfast. They love the various side dishes that goes into the meal.

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Oooh... I think a bouquet of marigolds (they continue to stay strong despite the bad shits that's been happening), yellow roses (for the strong bonds they form with Caelum, Gavin, Damien, Lasko and Huxley) and a water lily (for finding peace, love and more with Gavin)

Angel:

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

Salted broth ramen. It took them a hell of a time compromising with David about having ramen - of all things - for breakfast. David only gives in when Angel promises to at least put some veggies in them and eat them sparingly.

Hence, salted ramen with spinach, corns, green onions, link sausages and seaweed became their ultimate comfort breakfast!

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

I'd go with sunflowers (I see Angel as a cheerful kind of person), red camellias (for their love for David) and maybe purple carnations (Angel can be silly sometimes, lol)

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

I think Angel would have a simple wish. To grow old together with David. Settle down with him, have a family and makes sure that David knows how much he's dearly loved every day!

[trylonandperisphere]

Silent Retreat 2, Ch. 23

Whew - just making it under the wire for the Thursday update! Thank you for your comments - it really helps me keep going, even more so now that the show is over. 

Also on ff.net & A03.  Obvs. ;)

The sound of her voice.

I knew it intimately.  I had heard it in a whisper, in a cry.  I had heard it harsh in anger, broken in sobs, tripping in laughter like water over stones in a brook.

I had heard it in my dreams.  Heard it so many times when I thought I actually would never hear it, or see her in person, again.

Hearing it this time, I remembered all that in a second.  My heart pounded and lurched painfully.  I struggled for air.  I wanted to listen objectively, without the burden of knowledge, all the feelings I had carried over the years, sometimes like a great, heavy sledge pulled behind me, plowing tracks in the mud, sometimes like nothing more than the flicker of something small barely seen in the corner of your eye, a dust-mote, or trick of light.

I wanted to separate that moment from all others, so I could really hear, really feel, objectively, what she was saying, who she was.  Like I had slipped on my old lab coat and was looking at a simple readout of test results.  This level was good, but this one was a little off.  Better pay attention to that when I consider a possible diagnosis, the causes and effects.

I could separate myself.  I could do this.  I could be strong and do what I needed to do because, after all, this was about a life.  Not just mine, not just mine with hers, but my son’s.  I had to be strong and smart and careful, for him.

I heard each word she said clearly, almost too much so.  The strain of her stress and the click of the consonants, even softened by her slight accent, were almost too loud, too real and definite, abrading my ears.  Part of me wanted to be in the present so I could fully analyze what she was saying and respond as I needed to with a clear head.  Part of me wanted to deny the present because it had become filled with fear and doubt.

I’m afraid of what could happen.  How much am I afraid because of what’s happening now, and how much am I afraid because of the future I predict, molded by the fear in my past?

“Oh, my God, Cosima.  Are you alright?  I got your message, what’s happening?”

So much emotion in that beautiful voice.  Was it real?  Or was it, instead, a con, something Sarah recognized because she’d done it before herself?  I made a series of noises, some of them words. As much as I tried to pay attention, to consciously form them with my lips, tongue and teeth, it felt awkward and nonsensical, like reading a language phonetically that you don’t understand.

“Hold on, I’m pulling over,” she responded to whatever I’d said.  There was a pause, and I heard the sounds of her car’s engine, the clicks and rustles as she put on her turn signal and turned the wheel.  Maybe there was the rubbing of the seat leather against her jacket.  There was definitely the whoosh of air and cars passing by her, robbed of all bass notes by the small speaker of the telephone.

“Cosima.  Cosima?  What’s happening?”

“Huh…” I began.  I swallowed around what felt like a fist in my throat.  “...Where were you?”

“What?”  Her tone was sharp, frantic.  I realized the words had creaked out of my mouth like the hinges of a rusty, long-closed gate.

“Where were you?”  I asked again.  This time louder, but flat, so flat.  Where had all my inflection gone?

“I was at the retreat, the conference,” she said.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t reach you.  There was this storm, it was crazy.  It knocked out the electricity and because we were in the mountains I couldn’t get a phone signal and then my phone battery went dead.  It was so weird and frustrating, but I… please, Cosima, I’m sorry, just tell me what’s wrong.  I’m here for you, just tell me what’s going on?”

I was at the retreat…

I remembered the flash of lightning and the crash of thunder, almost simultaneous.  The storm that came to mind was only one of many that rolled across the bay over the years, not even as rough as the one that made my first trip to the resort so dramatic, but somehow, it had felt different.  It was like I’d heard a whisper, something about that coming boat, and who would be on it.  It was a tiny pause that pulled me out of what I’d been doing and thinking, but it reverberated.

“I…” I was saying, I said now.  “You… you’re saying you had no electricity?”  My tongue felt clumsy and thick. “You couldn’t… there was no way you could get to a phone, a signal?  Didn’t you have your car?”

I remembered her in the car, on the way here.  Singing to the music.  She was nervous, I could tell, but she was happy and gamely went along with my joking and half-forgotten directions.  Every moment was pregnant with the knowledge that something important was happening.  She was meeting him , my guy, Sevvy, my family.  It should have been scarier, shouldn’t it?  But the sunshine was so warm and golden in her hair and her smile was so wide, her shoulders rocking in that way she did to the beat, everything familiar and so singularly her , that it was all comfortable.  Nothing could seem too edgy or fraught because there she was, where she was supposed to be, back in my life, and everything was better than before…

“... but it took them a day and a half to fill the gully where it had washed out.  It, it was like, I had no idea it would be like we were so far out in the country, and maybe I should have, I don’t know, insisted on getting a ride with the workman, but, I wouldn’t have been able to get back because… Cosima, I didn’t know something was going on.  I feel so stupid, but, but I couldn’t know.  Please, please tell me what’s going on.  What’s happening with Sevvy?  Is everyone alright?”

No, I wanted to say, everyone is not alright.   I’m not alright.

”Delphine… Delphine, I…”

“Delphine, relax.  It’s good to see you.”   The first words I had said to her at the retreat, after showing her the birds, maybe showing off a little.  After wanting to connect with her but not knowing what to say.  How could I explain that the first time I’d seen her there, my glance landing on her in my yoga class, I had felt almost pushed into another world, another dimension… And yet, and yet, somehow in that room, in that place full of quiet smiles and people looking to find themselves, in the shafts of early sunlight turning everything to butterscotch and marigolds—or so it seemed to me once I took in her curls, warm against her fair skin, the golden amberglow of her ever-changing irises, and the look on her face, open-mouthed, startled doe eyes honed in on mine— it felt right, pre-ordained, calmly inevitable.  How could she possibly be there in that moment, in front of me?  How could she not?  When I’d felt the loose-sprung unwinding of my peripatetic days, something tugging at my root, core and heart, something saying, wouldn’t it be nice to lie down, to sit down in a soft place, warm with the ones you love, and finally, fully be you?   Hadn’t it been like the chime I rang before our meditation?  Hadn’t it resonated, brash like a gong, waning into a lower hum of auric energy like that I’d felt when I had been attuned to Reiki, when I had let myself be instead of searching?

“Cosima?  Who are you talking to?”  Michael’s voice broke into my thoughts, and I startled.  I had gone elsewhere, backwards in time, to try to make sense of what was happening, to decide what to do.  I had been leaning forward, lips nearly touching the phone.  Any further and I would have tipped, poured out my heart and everything I’d been thinking.

“It’s, it’s, uh, Delphine,” I answered, and realized I was contracted into myself, looking over my shoulder at him as though I’d been caught doing something wrong.  Was I doing something wrong?  The lowering and creasing of his brows said I might have been.

“Do you… are you really supposed to be talking to her?” he asked lowly, trying not to be overheard through the cell phone.  “Does she have information?”

“I…”

“Cosima?  Are you there?” Delphine entreated from the ear speaker.  “Can you talk to me, please?”

“Can you just talk to me?”   That’s what I’d asked her when she came back from Frankfurt.  It was the first time I saw her since, and she was there but not there, businesslike, trying to avoid my questions, my love.  She was trying to do what was right, wasn’t she?  She was trying to keep her promise, the one she made to love both me and all of my sisters.  But did she have to devastate me like that?  I could feel the pain reemerging as I remembered, even though I’d thought… I knew I’d forgiven her, come to understand.

“Cosima, what is it?” Michael asked, reaching out, his hand touching my shoulder.  The sensation pulled me back to the present as surely as a tug on my arm could pull me back from wandering into a busy street, a dangerous tide, the path of a train barreling down its tracks into Huxley Station.  “It’s time, Cos.  We have to get ready and go if we’re going to make it on time.”

Kinda always late, so kinda always sorry… how sorry can I be?

“Uh, yeah.   Yeah, ” I sputtered, re-emerging. I took a breath and closed my eyes.  “Delphine…” I choked, then cleared my throat.  Still, my voice was weak as it warbled into the phone.  “I can’t.  I just can’t do this, now…”

“What?” The word came out sharply, steeped in worry.  But my arm was already dropping the phone away from my ear.  “Cosima?” the device bleated from my hand, sounding more like the tinny, harsh recording in an old doll’s chest than my lover’s call.  “Cosim—”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered into the air, as my thumb pressed the END button.  Michael’s hand shifted on my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“What’s going on?  Does she know something?”  He asked, and I shook my head almost absently.

“I don’t know.  But we have to get there,” I said.  Please let them get here on time, my inner voice prayed.  Please let this work out, I can’t live if…

“Okay?” Michael said, and this time I nodded and stepped toward the door.

“Okay,” I said.  And who needs to forgive whom? I thought, as we headed toward what came next.   Forgiveness doesn’t matter if it costs me him, resounded in me as I saw Severo’s face peeking at me, alarmed, from behind his papa’s leg.  I ran forward and scooped him up, clutching him to me as I quick-stepped toward the door. Michael jerked it open for us and Teo followed, pulling on his jacket.

“I’m going to protect you,” I murmured into my son’s neck, holding him to me as I slid into the back seat of the car.  I didn’t put him into his safety seat.  Our hope was in elsewhere now.

[themomsandthecity]

The Most Beautiful Bohemian Baby Names

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[goodwaterbasin]

Jocelyn's kind of a bicon.

Because this game forces me to use my imagination a lot (which is why I play it more than I should), I want her favorite book to be Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, even though it’s based in a fucked up, retro-futuristic dystopia. Maybe Huxley’s predictions aren’t too far off… idk

She's the same Sim in my profile picture btw.

CC used under the cut

Genetics: default skinblend / skin overlay / birthmark / eyes (non-defaults used) / lashes

hair / cosmos / earrings / glasses / eyeshadow / eyeliner (crypticsim’s side; moon) / cloud blush / septum piercing* / lipstick / top* / body glitter

*The Sims Resource warning

Please review and honor each creator’s Terms of Use if applicable

Thanks: @clumsyalienn @solistair​ @casteru​ @marigolde @crypticsim @pralinesims @trillyke @grimcookies @kijiko-sims​ @catplnt​ 

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Lavender Quotes

Official Website: Lavender Quotes

  • A rhododendron bud lavender-tipped. Soon a glory of blooms to clash with the cardinals and gladden the hummingbirds! – Dave Beard • Add a drop of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you’re laughing at it. – Bill Bailey • As a kid I’d play with homemade recipes, like putting pineapple on my face to exfoliate my skin and doing facial steams with lavender or peppermint oils. I just loved doing stuff like that. It’s what motivated me to launch my skin care line. – Demi Lovato • As far as what I do love, I love birds; I love lavender. – Michael Moore • Avoid men who call you Baby, and women who have no friends, and dogs that scratch at their bellies and refuse to lie down at your feet. Wear dark glasses; bathe with lavender oil and cool fresh water. Seek shelter from the sun at noon. – Alice Hoffman

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Lavender', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_lavender').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_lavender img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Before bed, I read a book or flip on the radio – I’m not picky, I’ll just turn it on and see what comes up. I burn a yummy lavender- scented candle. – Carrie Underwood • Blue is the insides of something mysterious and lonely. I’d look at fish and birds, thinking the sky and water colored them. The first abyss is blue. An artist must go beyond the mercy of satin or water-from a gutty hue to that which is close to royal purple. All seasons and blossoms inbetween. Lavender. Theatrical and outrageous electric. Almost gray. True and false blue. Water and oil. The gas jet breathing in oblivion. The unstruck match. The blue of absence. The blue of deep presence. The insides of something perfect. – Yusef Komunyakaa • Both Matilda and Lavender were enthralled. It was quite clear to them that they were at this moment standing in the presence of a master. Here was somebody who had brought the art of skulduggery to the highest point of perfection, somebody, moreover, who was willing to risk life and limb in pursuit of her calling. They gazed in wonder at this goddess, and suddenly even the boil on her nose was no longer a blemish but a badge of courage. – Roald Dahl • Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It’s the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist. – Mia Kirshner • But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me. – Edna St. Vincent Millay

[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender? – J. K. Rowling • Day after day we looked for rain, and day after day we saw nothing but the sun. Lavender that we had planted in the spring died. The patch of grass in front of the house abandoned its ambitions to become a lawn and turned into the dirty yellow of poor straw. The earth shrank, revealing its knuckles and bones, rocks and roots that had been invisible before. – Peter Mayle • Even talking, I’m super-loud. I could never have that kind of meek, little wispy whimsical lavender and lace voice. It comes from my body. There’s no way I can fight it. – Beth Ditto • Gay people do not fight for freedom to live in a lavender bubble, but in a more just society. – Urvashi Vaid • He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over the hills of New Mexico. It was like a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue that becomes almost pink and then retreats again into sea-dark purple—the true Episcopal colour and countless variations of it. – Willa Cather • Here’s flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age. – William Shakespeare • Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun, and with him rise weeping. – William Shakespeare • I love Thieves, it is therapeutic, if you’re not feeling well. It has a very strong scent but is quite wonderful. I also use lavender. Peppermint, when my stomach is upset. – Donna Karan • I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” “I won’t,” said Ron into his hands. “Or maybe I will . . . then she’ll ditch me . . . – J. K. Rowling • I put a drop of lavender essential oil on my pillow before I go to sleep. – Melissa Joan Hart • I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago – a city of hills and mists, of grays and lavenders, two rivers shaping it to a point and the cliff rising above me like a challenge. – Theodore White • I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco’s idea of a massage bore no resemblance whatsoever to the relaxing spa variety. There was no lavender oil, no soothing music, no hot towels. Just an all-out assault on cramped muscles, until they cowered in surrender and turned to Jell-O. – Karen Chance • If feeling anxious about anything Dr Bachs night time rescue remedy is great. Sometimes a bath before bed helps. Burning Lavender or Clary Sage in the room before retiring. Try not to work on my computer very late and then bed straight after. Getting enough exercise definitely helps sleep. – Rachel Ryan • If you had to choose an oil…it would have to be lavender essential oil, because it is antibacterial and antiviral. So, it’s great to have when people around you are sick; it can also be used to relax. – Karen Rose • it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She’s one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away. – Myrtle Reed • It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed-that final season of the era that roared. – Anna Godbersen • It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should–a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds. – Paula McLain • Lavender is the new pink. I’ll never stop wearing pink but I wanted to venture out. – Nicki Minaj • London life was very full and exciting […] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray. – Sylvia Townsend Warner • Look, why don’t you go talk to Ron about all this?” Harry asked. “Well, I would, but he’s always asleep when I go and see him!” said Lavender fretfully. “Is he?” said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing. – J. K. Rowling • My favorite name for a color is “puce.” It’s kind of a dried blood color. It’s a hideous color. But I love the word. It’s so euphonic. But my favorite colors are lavender, purple, periwinkle blue, and white. – Elizabeth Taylor • Oils of cinnamon and eucalyptus are as powerful against some microorganisms as conventional antibiotics, and are especially effective against flus. Sandalwood oil from Mysore, India, is not only a classic perfume oil but is also a traditional remedy for sore throats and laryngitis. Lavender oil, so often used in toilet waters and scented sachets, has a dramatic healing action on burns. – Robert Tisserand • One trick I swear by: I pour a little neroli or lavender oil onto a hot towel and use it to wipe off my makeup. It opens up my pores, and then my face cream sinks in better. – Courteney Cox • The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows. – William C. Bryant • The raindrops played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow. – Gary D. Schmidt • The scent organ was playing a delightfully refreshing Herbal Capriccio – rippling arpeggios of thyme and lavender, of rosemary, basil, myrtle, tarragon; a series of daring modulations through the spice keys into ambergris; and a slow return through sandalwood, camphor, cedar and newmown hay (with occasional subtle touches of discord – a whiff of kidney pudding, the faintest suspicion of pig’s dung) back to the simple aromatics with which the piece began. The final blast of thyme died away; there was a round of applause; the lights went up. – Aldous Huxley • There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can. – Alice Hoffman • To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect. – Leonardo da Vinci • Valentine’s Day money-saving tips: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th. In place of bubble bath, use lavender-scented dish-washing liquid. Forget rose petals. Sprinkle the bed with sliced beets! – David Letterman • We lavender folk spray up, spontaneously flowering in the color we had learned as an identifying mark of our culture when it was subterranean and secret. – Judy Grahn • What a turnaround in sentiment ‘Glee’ exemplifies. It was only a few years ago that pursuing the dream of a Broadway career or cabaret stardom relegated some poor yearning dope to a lavender ghetto of losers, self-deluders, and social rejects. – James Wolcott • What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart? – William Makepeace Thackeray • When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it — delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough. – Vera Nazarian • When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots? – Shel Silverstein • With this recitation of paraphernalia and detritus, O’Brien manages to encapsulate the experience of an army and of a particular war, of a mined and booby-trapped landscape, of cold nights and hot days, of soaking monsoons and rice paddies, and of the possibility of being shot, like Ted Lavender, suddenly and out of nowhere: not only in the middle of a sentence but in the midst of a subordinate clause. – Francine Prose • Womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavender. – Alice Walker • Yours is… il sent comme lavande.” Is that French for ‘You stink’?” It means ‘lavender’.” Huh.” She sniffed at her wrist. “I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle. – Lynn Viehl

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[equitiesstocks]

Lavender Quotes

Official Website: Lavender Quotes

  • A rhododendron bud lavender-tipped. Soon a glory of blooms to clash with the cardinals and gladden the hummingbirds! – Dave Beard • Add a drop of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you’re laughing at it. – Bill Bailey • As a kid I’d play with homemade recipes, like putting pineapple on my face to exfoliate my skin and doing facial steams with lavender or peppermint oils. I just loved doing stuff like that. It’s what motivated me to launch my skin care line. – Demi Lovato • As far as what I do love, I love birds; I love lavender. – Michael Moore • Avoid men who call you Baby, and women who have no friends, and dogs that scratch at their bellies and refuse to lie down at your feet. Wear dark glasses; bathe with lavender oil and cool fresh water. Seek shelter from the sun at noon. – Alice Hoffman

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender? – J. K. Rowling • Day after day we looked for rain, and day after day we saw nothing but the sun. Lavender that we had planted in the spring died. The patch of grass in front of the house abandoned its ambitions to become a lawn and turned into the dirty yellow of poor straw. The earth shrank, revealing its knuckles and bones, rocks and roots that had been invisible before. – Peter Mayle • Even talking, I’m super-loud. I could never have that kind of meek, little wispy whimsical lavender and lace voice. It comes from my body. There’s no way I can fight it. – Beth Ditto • Gay people do not fight for freedom to live in a lavender bubble, but in a more just society. – Urvashi Vaid • He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over the hills of New Mexico. It was like a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue that becomes almost pink and then retreats again into sea-dark purple—the true Episcopal colour and countless variations of it. – Willa Cather • Here’s flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age. – William Shakespeare • Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun, and with him rise weeping. – William Shakespeare • I love Thieves, it is therapeutic, if you’re not feeling well. It has a very strong scent but is quite wonderful. I also use lavender. Peppermint, when my stomach is upset. – Donna Karan • I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” “I won’t,” said Ron into his hands. “Or maybe I will . . . then she’ll ditch me . . . – J. K. Rowling • I put a drop of lavender essential oil on my pillow before I go to sleep. – Melissa Joan Hart • I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago – a city of hills and mists, of grays and lavenders, two rivers shaping it to a point and the cliff rising above me like a challenge. – Theodore White • I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco’s idea of a massage bore no resemblance whatsoever to the relaxing spa variety. There was no lavender oil, no soothing music, no hot towels. Just an all-out assault on cramped muscles, until they cowered in surrender and turned to Jell-O. – Karen Chance • If feeling anxious about anything Dr Bachs night time rescue remedy is great. Sometimes a bath before bed helps. Burning Lavender or Clary Sage in the room before retiring. Try not to work on my computer very late and then bed straight after. Getting enough exercise definitely helps sleep. – Rachel Ryan • If you had to choose an oil…it would have to be lavender essential oil, because it is antibacterial and antiviral. So, it’s great to have when people around you are sick; it can also be used to relax. – Karen Rose • it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She’s one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away. – Myrtle Reed • It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed-that final season of the era that roared. – Anna Godbersen • It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should–a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds. – Paula McLain • Lavender is the new pink. I’ll never stop wearing pink but I wanted to venture out. – Nicki Minaj • London life was very full and exciting […] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray. – Sylvia Townsend Warner • Look, why don’t you go talk to Ron about all this?” Harry asked. “Well, I would, but he’s always asleep when I go and see him!” said Lavender fretfully. “Is he?” said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing. – J. K. Rowling • My favorite name for a color is “puce.” It’s kind of a dried blood color. It’s a hideous color. But I love the word. It’s so euphonic. But my favorite colors are lavender, purple, periwinkle blue, and white. – Elizabeth Taylor • Oils of cinnamon and eucalyptus are as powerful against some microorganisms as conventional antibiotics, and are especially effective against flus. Sandalwood oil from Mysore, India, is not only a classic perfume oil but is also a traditional remedy for sore throats and laryngitis. Lavender oil, so often used in toilet waters and scented sachets, has a dramatic healing action on burns. – Robert Tisserand • One trick I swear by: I pour a little neroli or lavender oil onto a hot towel and use it to wipe off my makeup. It opens up my pores, and then my face cream sinks in better. – Courteney Cox • The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows. – William C. Bryant • The raindrops played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow. – Gary D. Schmidt • The scent organ was playing a delightfully refreshing Herbal Capriccio – rippling arpeggios of thyme and lavender, of rosemary, basil, myrtle, tarragon; a series of daring modulations through the spice keys into ambergris; and a slow return through sandalwood, camphor, cedar and newmown hay (with occasional subtle touches of discord – a whiff of kidney pudding, the faintest suspicion of pig’s dung) back to the simple aromatics with which the piece began. The final blast of thyme died away; there was a round of applause; the lights went up. – Aldous Huxley • There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can. – Alice Hoffman • To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect. – Leonardo da Vinci • Valentine’s Day money-saving tips: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th. In place of bubble bath, use lavender-scented dish-washing liquid. Forget rose petals. Sprinkle the bed with sliced beets! – David Letterman • We lavender folk spray up, spontaneously flowering in the color we had learned as an identifying mark of our culture when it was subterranean and secret. – Judy Grahn • What a turnaround in sentiment ‘Glee’ exemplifies. It was only a few years ago that pursuing the dream of a Broadway career or cabaret stardom relegated some poor yearning dope to a lavender ghetto of losers, self-deluders, and social rejects. – James Wolcott • What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart? – William Makepeace Thackeray • When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it — delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough. – Vera Nazarian • When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots? – Shel Silverstein • With this recitation of paraphernalia and detritus, O’Brien manages to encapsulate the experience of an army and of a particular war, of a mined and booby-trapped landscape, of cold nights and hot days, of soaking monsoons and rice paddies, and of the possibility of being shot, like Ted Lavender, suddenly and out of nowhere: not only in the middle of a sentence but in the midst of a subordinate clause. – Francine Prose • Womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavender. – Alice Walker • Yours is… il sent comme lavande.” Is that French for ‘You stink’?” It means ‘lavender’.” Huh.” She sniffed at her wrist. “I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle. – Lynn Viehl

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[wrestlewriting]

Bluebell, calla, and marigold 😘😈 dk

bluebell: do you drink tea or coffee?

Both actually. Irish breakfast tea with milk & sugar OR coffee with flavored creamer. Just depends on the day.

calla: what’s your favorite book?

There are a few that I can reread over and over so they are....

Jane Austen - Pride & Prejudice

Aldous Huxley - Brave New World

Chuck Klosterman - Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs

Harry Potter series

marigold: what would you like to do more of, but don’t?

Workout. During the summer is the only time I have the energy for it. During the school year when I’m working, I’m so exhausted typically when I get home from a day of teenagers that it’s the last thing I want to do and I’ve found forcing myself to do it when I’m already tired is no bueno.