A Host of Golden Daffodils: December 2023

WELCOME TO MY FIELD OF BEAUTIES!

At some point in our lives, we all have felt a little less than we ought to feel, a little less loved then we deserve, as lonely as a cloud...and we feel this way simply because we believe we are not being noticed, no one is paying us any attention, drizzling us with random compliments, or feeding our desire for recognition—and eventually we begin to believe we deserve this low level of affection. But I believe not a single one of us are doing ourselves justice! We all deserve a simple notice for our beauty, a little attention for our thoughts and behaviors, a few compliments for our choices...and most importantly, a little recognition for the simple pleasures we, ourselves, bring into this world. So during your daily strolls—stop—and look around, smell the daffodils, and notice each other...you never know where your path might lead...

Saturday, December 30, 2023

Weekly Blossom Beauty: 12.30.23 (12 Photos)

Is That The Best You Got?

🏵️ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 🏵️

The Comic Sans font came from an actual comic book.

A Bevy Of Beauties #25: A Tag Bonanza (36 Photos)

I've collected so many pics over the years and the ones that I don't choose to feature on my blogs and social sites ultimately just get deleted...But why? I've decided to just bunch them all together and post them anyway. I mean, I originally liked the pic enough to save it, right? So why not share it? So this is where I'll dump all the pics I decided for whatever reason won't be featured during my regular posting sessions when I get enough of them to fill a post (if you've followed me for some time, you have to know I'm a creature of habit, right?). So I hope you enjoy them as much as I did finding them! *KISSES*

Weekly Blossom Beauty: 12.23.23 (10 Photos)

Why Do I Think There's A Motorcycle Just Outside This Pic?

🏵️ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄 🏵️

“Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching―a pale reflection of the fireworks of one mouth on another, but a reflection nonetheless. And in the almostness of the moment, I cared at least enough. I wasn’t sure whether I liked her, and doubted whether I could trust her, but I cared at least enough to try to find out. Her on my bed, wide green eyes staring down at me. The enduring mystery of her sly, almost smirking, smile. Five layers between us.” ― John Green