#weprevail

[sightseeingtonight]

umm i really love resident evil and scary movies and Coffee and i want more piercings and a Girlfriend #EternalPlight #WePrevail #MeowNigga

[penguinpositivity]

@stillgcod && @prctecthem && @youngshct && @pyrrhaeic && @zombeam && @keptmanners && @weprevail

[morefinesse]

@weprevail liked for a small starter so they get louis harassing violet, yay!

          “ hey, c’mon now, vi, ” louis croons, grinning widely from ear-to-ear in amusement. “ it’s time to turn that frown upside down! ” his two index fingers poke into the dimples at the corners of his mouth for emphasis, as if physically pointing out how to smile will make her want to do it any more. “ frowning uses more muscles, anyway, and i’m pretty sure i read somewhere that it causes premature wrinkles. you don’t want that, do you? ”

[fredrickgiles]

Listen I’m so excited to release a few things next week! Got some announcements for #PRVLChurch and some announcements for a coming art collection project I’ve been working on! This pic is just a sneak peek of the tone of the coming art collection! —— #WePrevail #photography #businessowner #graphicdesign #videographer #photographer #smallbusinessowner #creative #strongbirdstudios #yeahthatgreenville #visitgreenvillesc https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Rh0_Al_Wc/?igshid=16r3w29ztnmy3

[allsurvived]

‘i can’t lose you.’ ( luke to nick !! )

          Nick can’t bring himself to look at him. Not when he says shit like that, a fate that’s so unavoidable at this point in time that it was merely a waiting game to see which of them will make their permanent exit before the other. He won’t tell Luke that he wishes for himself to die first, a cowardly escape to avoid being forced to live without him. Losing him would be his ultimate breaking point, having already come so dangerously close to it several times before. It was LUKE who always kept him from reaching that point, the one person who could ever have a chance at pulling him from the darkness. Without him, he’d be nothing.

          “Don’t,” he manages to whisper after a passing of lengthy silence, still unable to move his eyes away from where they’ve locked onto the floor until he squeezes them tightly shut. His hands ball into fists, trying his best to quell the anxiety that bubbles up in his throat at the mere thought of it all. “I just - don’t want to go there. I - I can’t.”

[     different ways to say ‘i love you’.   /   accepting !!   /   @weprevail​.     ]

[agirlinhell]

❛ What is it? You’re shaking. ❜ ( vi ! )

a meme i forgot the name of LMAO || ( NO LONGER ACCEPTING. ) || @weprevail

  It’s  been  seven  years  since  she  had  escaped  the  massacre  and  hellhole  that  was  Howe’s  ...  and  yet  Carver  still  haunted  the  peripheral  of  her  vision,  but  only  he  had  no  face,  only  a  disgusting  mess  of  flesh  and  bone,  the  blood  dripping  onto  the  floor  and filling  the  room  with  the  stench  of  decay.  

  Violet’s  words  fall  on  muffled  ears,  her  golden  eyes  wide  in  fear  as  she  stares  past  Violet’s  shoulder, trembling  without  even  realizing  it.  “ ❝  Vi  ...  he’s  ...  he’s  right  there  ...  but  ...  I  watched  him  die. ❞

[apocalypseraised]

“ can you stay here a little longer?”

after the damage .

↳ (x)

    HER VOICE WAS LIKE A MOUSE’S SQUEAK.   it doesn’t match the violet she knew, coming out so quiet and sparingly as though she were about to burst in tears… which, might not of been far from the truth, but timid for sure.   milky eyes look out for her, unfocused and searching as though she were making her way through fog with a hand outstretched to where she believed clementine to be.   violet had never looked so small, it hurt her.   the guilt claws in her chest like a animal and gnaws greedily on her heart… if she hadn’t gotten so caught up with lilly, if they had been a bit more careful, maybe– maybe violet wouldn’t of gotten… 

   clementine’s fingers find violet’s, gently sliding between the gaps of her digits allowing the other’s to slot comfortably into hers.   once their hands locked, clementine carefully walks to the edge of her bed where she sits, it squeaks beneath the extra weight and there’s a small jolt in violet’s form as her sitting down caused her to slightly tilt into clementine, which she welcomes with an arm draping over her shoulders, encouraging their temples to touch.

          ❝ –     i’m not leaving you violet. ❞   she squeezes her hand.

                                                                ❝ –   not ever again. ❞  

@weprevail

[sympaheart-blog]

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.” ( from ele ~ )

PROTECTOR / PROTECTEE ──── ( A. )

CALL IT CONCERN.   he bore witness to the loss of too many people / can’t blame him much for his worrying. there’s nights he stays awake, thoughts of those before plaguing restless nights. the safety of others he considered close undoubtedly was something he deemed his responsibility. the need to protect his people increasing tenfold with each passing day. couldn’t ── wouldn’t sit passively in the sidelines waiting for someone else to bite the bullet. that constant state of worry of his hidden behind easy smiles and friendly banter ; not this time though.

❛ no, i can’t. ❜  resignation lies beneath his words. the hand that once rested upon her arm to hold her back now pulling away with a sigh filtering past parted lips.  ❛ but i sure as hell can try. ❜  she’s as stubborn as he was and while it was a trait he admired, he can’t deny that he had no patience for it right this second. not when her safety was his utmost priority.  ❛ you aren’t exactly making my job any easier either, you know. ❜

[sasukebambeast]

Kinda crazy that I've been coaching for years now and this is the only team photo I have with one of them. I either had to go away for some other event that day or was late and missed the photo. Either way this a somewhat of a testament that I was present and on time for it and I'm glad I was able to have a physical memory of a great bunch of kids. They worked hard all season and I'm always proud of every team I'm apart of. Good luck in high school season boys. I'll see most of you on the other side of the net, and I hope all those meetings are as eventful as the tournaments I coached you through. Thanks boys. #WePrevail #Volleyball (at Panko Performance) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvAtRH8Bwrm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=je7o481rdoeo

[trustinginthelight]

have some ship tags + the twins’ tag

[tennoutoften]

“ you’re not alone here. You’ve got me.”

The heartache on Tenn’s face softened at Violet’s words. Gratitude rose in its stead, tugging the corners of his lips into the softest of smiles and warming the glance he stole toward her even through the tears shining in his eyes. 

He missed Minnie. Missed Sophie. He still reeled from their loss; felt the desperate ache in his chest as if someone had forced all the air from his lungs and left him gasping. The school felt wrong without them. The world felt wrong without them, and the longer he sat alone with his thoughts, the more lost he felt without the twins’ guiding lights in his periphery.

But he had Violet. Though she’d never replace his sisters– couldn’t completely fill the void they’d left behind… somehow, sitting there next to her, he still felt a little better.

“Thanks, Vi.” 

He took a soft, shaky breath, tugging his sleeve over the heel of his hand and dabbing at the tears streaking his cheeks. 

“Um… can I tell you something dumb?”

[superstardavedar]

In between video shoot, found a lake to #swim in #WePrevail

[morefinesse]

'i want to know you fully' from clem !

* subtle romance starters // @weprevail

          but will she still like him when she learns EVERYTHING about him? the thought manages to push its way to the forefront of louis’ mind before he can push it away and results in a slight pause before he can snap back to it. soon enough, however, he’s flashing her a grin, hands reaching up to grasp onto the lapels of his coat.

          breathe. smile. keep smiling. be happy. upbeat. speak.

          “ sure thing —— ask away, clem! ”

[fredrickgiles]

Pathways are carved by pioneers. My brother @donielledavis is a pioneer. One of my favorite shots from our session in #yeahthatgreenville . 🔥🔥🔥 —— #WePrevail #photography #businessowner #graphicdesign #videographer #photographer #smallbusinessowner #creative #strongbirdstudios #visitgreenvillesc #exploregreenvillesc #gvl (at Downtown Greenville) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtUFBDilMMb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=audaldce5ult

[alquin2u]

#melissahortman #strongwoman #strongleader #noapologies #youwereright #republicansarescumbags #dumprepublicans #standingtogetger #weprevail #noretreatnosurrender #goingforward #neverthelessshepersisted

[agirlinhell]

of clementine &&. her ships: AESTHETICS EDITION

for: @morefinesse @almostskylight @mortuism @stillgcod @dcadrct @pyrrhaeic and @weprevail!!

LOUIS &&. CLEMENTINE:  over the top poses for photographs, loud music and loud singing/yelling along, playfully insulting friends, loud bursts of laughter, goofing around, dancing like no one is watching, the satisfaction that overrides all exhaustion after exercise, the ivory keys of a piano, giant hugs, loud celebrations, elegance, travelling to historic places, classical music, operas, masquerade balls in versailles, an evening in paris, birthday cards filled with stick men and scribbles of inside jokes, nicknames, cheeks hurting from smiling so much, snow ball fights - no - snow ball wars, board games by the fire, building excessive snow forts, eating all the christmas oranges and all the baking before anyone else can, watching arthur christmas, putting up the tree on december 1st, trying to stay up all night christmas eve, building igloos, making christmas puns, decorating with ivy and mistletoe, karaoke parties at midnight, sends memes to their friends, great fashion taste, throws random finger guns, plays the ukulele, goes to art museums for the aesthetic, the feeling you get when wrapped in a blanket next to a fire on a freezing winter day, loud laughter from everyone in the room, always feeling included, when you can't stop smiling, inappropriately timed jokes in necessary environments, getting high-fived by a stranger, flirty competitive, inside jokes, freckles, perfect eyebrows, writing loveletters, limousines, judging you looks, gucci, prada, a false bravado of “of course - nothing’s wrong!” and sagging shoulders when watchful eyes look away, dressing like the media follow you wherever you go, eyes that have lost a certain spark but laughter that rings out, those who know you can see that your soul isn’t in it but the chimes of your happiness continue to toll like the bells in a clock tower: on the hour, every hour, holding yourself up so no one can see the weakness. competition is a race, quality perhaps taking a back seat to the urge to say, “I was here first.”,  being given a mountain to climb and blissfully, purposefully only seeing the first step. walks along the seine, cobbled streets in foreign towns, open windows, laughing until you cry, golden jewelry, midnight swims in the sea, small french balconies, evening banquets, vintage cars, gold chains, dramatic monologues, crystal glass, pearl necklaces, white messy bedding, old renaissance paintings, golden light shining through white curtains, natural history museums, phonographs, big vintage glasses, piles of books, shakespearean romances, ancient buildings, foreign boulevards, great mansions, scott fitzgerald’s the great gatsby, view from the 76th floor, swearing under one’s breath, hotel swimming pools,  foreign languages, poetry collections, detailed journal entries, writing in the margins, opera houses, black glasses, sculptures from eras long gone and long dead, silver rings, family heirlooms, chandeliers, marble floors, intricate architectural structures, black lacquered shoes, fine fabrics, wine glasses, cobbled streets, theatre lounges, black tie, trench coats, high heeled shoes, old ticket stubs, freckle stained cheeks that dimple when they smile, handwritten letters, excessive jewelry, dancing horribly just to make people laugh, horrible puns, books and ancient ruins,

VIOLET &&. CLEMENTINE:  midnight conversations where you share secrets you never thought you’d share because you know they’ll never tell anyone, resting bitch face, the cold but refreshing feeling of freezing wind hitting your face, hoodies, ripped jeans, constantly cold hands, violets and wildflowers, purple paint and stardust across skin, decorating bags with badges, not wanting to leave bed, wearing a blanket as a cape, living in leggings or skinny jeans despite the cold, always cold and sleepy, walking around the house with a blanket wrapped around them, watching the snow fall late at night, lives out of spite, astrology, eye gazing, silent understanding, always being heard (even if you aren't always answered), blank faces but smiling eyes, watching conspiracy theories, rainy days, cold hands, willfully falling down a wikipedia rabbit hole, dreams providing clarity you need and only sometimes remember, folding their clothes, taking down pictures, carefully sealing the shampoo they used, and packing it away for another time when you can cope without them. refusing to be overwhelmed by feelings, of all things, but feeling as though you’re lost in a hall of mirrors with too many reflections keeping eyes on you. associating a competition of any matter to a match of resourcefulness and willfulness: you are nothing if not willful, able to bend reality to shape your aim. taking it personally when others choose the other side, storing that betrayal for later comeuppance. vintage pins and stickers, listening to billie eilish, halsey, hayley kiyoko and paramore, staying up until 3 am, late night conversations, the night sky, will take none of your sexist bullshit, silent movies, raised eyebrows and cold hands, dancing alone in your room at midnight, campfire stories and beaches, very emotional but doesn’t show it, cries during sad movie scenes but won’t admit it, stars and constellations on the canvas of the night sky.

MARLON &&. CLEMENTINE: the uncontrolled feeling of anger where you see red and your blood is hot in your veins, voices gradually growing louder and louder in arguments, thunderstorms, dancing in a rain storm, really close flashes of lightning, confrontation, rosie the american bulldog, dogs, howling wolves, fierce protectors, crumbling castles half hidden in fog, red cherries, vinyl records, heavy breathing, leather gloves, building snowmen and ice sculptures, watching the holiday, loves their animals more than anything, very competitive, if they really want something they’ll get it, staring into each other’s eyes, the fear and rush of sharing secrets, knowing looks exchanged from across the room, sweaters, dogs, vintage shirts, sharp features,  taking long sips of whiskey, angry outbursts at those trying to help; a snap in reply, a hard sigh, and a muttered sorry through pursed lips, cup after cup of cocoa, at the breaking point, a wicked smile and a need to party - or dance, or drink, or cry, or scream, or fuck - anything - and a sheepishness the morning after, avoidance, and you’re damn good at it, a master of white lies and excuses from thin air, showering only as often as you need to to wash the grease from your hair, denial is the name of your game - avoidance it’s chief strategist, loud breakdowns in quiet rooms, echoes that remind you no one is there and you’re supposed to like it that way. at the finish line: a hard drink and an easy laugh to say you’ve won; a hard drink and bitter mood to mark the loss. keeping tabs on the enemy (for that is what they become, personal feelings aside), eyes sweeping over others’ marks and methods, ears cataloguing conversations, filing away information that could maybe, possibly, give you an edge. calling in favors and pulling on strings to get the necessary pieces in play: check. slyly, softly making the final move: checkmate, oxford shoes, obsession, collarbones, the atmosphere of bathrooms at a party, dimly lit lounges, forests, thunderstorms, mythology, long shadows, flickering lights in dingy pubs, flashes of lightning through storm clouds, cracked statues, the satisfaction of getting away with a lie, blue veined arms and flushed cheeks, self-satisfied smirks, red licorice and fierce kisses.

MITCH &&. CLEMENTINE:  being unable to keep a poker face, the sparks that fly off of fires, being a sore loser,  adrenaline rushes, taking risks,  talking back, scraped knees, constantly covered in plasters, climbing trees, makeout sessions in the back of a red car while listening to radiohead, doing things just because people say they can’t, red and burgundy carousels, motorcycles, fireworks in july, burning candles to stay warm, all black everything, apparently never cold, waking up way too early christmas morning and getting up anyway, probably did the stupid thing, doesn’t care about opinions, messy hair, loves horror movies, the adrenaline rush after riding a roller coaster, the feeling of being bear hugged, freckles, talking in your sleep, pain feeling better than despair, telling a wound to stop bleeding and expecting it to listen, trying to remember life before the loss and eagerly, earnestly wanting to be whole by yourself, but finding it so hard. exploring cruelty and using it as a crutch, finding that meanness is a better balm than tears. a full-on, cocky grin, lips pulled back over teeth with enthusiasm. why are you competing in the first place? the thrill of competition is fun, is an opportunity, and a chance to prove the mettle that defines you. extensive lipstick collections from deep red to light rosé, lonely gas stations at the side of the road at night, red theater curtains before a show, hidden vinyl shops, a game of russian roulette, quickly attached plasters, living off the adrenaline, rock guitars and roses intertwined with the strings, the low bass, stop signs, bonnie and clyde incarnate, baddest baby in the atmosphere, the long sighs that escape when her father angrily calls at one am to “come home at once, young lady”, listening to johnny cash, two feet and fall out boy, motorcycle rides across the city, getting matching tattoos, feeling like a young god, “fuck the police”, wearing bruises and black eyes with dignity, exit signs, smoke, graffiti on walls, freckle stained cheeks that dimple when they smile, leather jackets, distant laughter on quiet streets, drive in movies, popcorn fights, standing up for the little guy, always bruised somehow, jean jackets, street smart,

GABE &&. CLEMENTINE: serenades in spanish, not wanting to share the things that bring them the most happiness because their favourite things belong to them, beanies, a day in the caribbean, a fresh dawn in barcelona, laziness, dressing up for halloween every year even if they’re just staying at home, baseball bats,  watching the polar express, watching elf over and over and over and exchanging glances because elf is literally javier and no one can convince them otherwise, wins at snowball fights, doesn’t know what’s going on, hands comfortingly resting on or guiding shoulders, bright laughter, loyal to the core, movie night, coffee, fidgeting with the closest object, meant to make your stomach hurt, forgetting to eat and surviving (thriving?) on a liter of coffee a day, a trusted someone who picks up the pieces when you finally shatter, who leaves them neatly in a pile and steals away without saying a word because you don’t need them - you need yourself. recognizing competition and the potential for glory, but respecting the challenge for what it is: a driver of knowledge, or innovation, or improvement.  every unknown is a new frontier, regardless of method or machination. competitiveness driven by the feeling of new discovery, seeking to hold that which others do not: unusual knowledge. dripping sarcasm, black and white pictures in glossy magazines, addiction to anything, bonfires, coffee stains, steaming showers, sarcastic smirks, blasting music, not afraid to stand up for what’s right,

AASIM &&. CLEMENTINE:  tiny hidden tattoos, unbuttoned plaid shirts, being brutally honest with their friends when it’s needed without guilt, wary of too much affection, being able to find loopholes in everything and using it to their advantage, smug smiles when they know they’re right, the satisfaction of knowing someone is wrong and knowing they’re about to prove it, only ever respecting people if they prove they deserve it no matter how old the person may be, unfinished notebooks, unable to resist starting that new project even when they said they would take a break, knowing random bits of information that other people may find useless, listening to film soundtracks to concentrate, forgetting simple things but knowing everything about complicated stuff, realising the answer half way through a question and yelling it out, watching people pass by and trying to deduce their life, slipping into coffee shops to keep out of the cold, flannel, doc martens,  glasses, reading under heavy blankets, reading robert frost, oversized woolly scarves, chatting and reading by the fire, will not stand for your bullshit, socially awkward, just wants peace, done with your shit, curious about things, knows a lot of random facts, easily embarrassed, loves to write, know-it-all, loves a good book, the silence of listening to/sharing your favorite music, a good nights sleep after a restless week, high grades, neat handwriting, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, eyes squeezed until grayscale zigzags appear behind your eyelids, long walks to the library, rambling through decisions until you arrive at the one that makes the most sense (or does it?), throwing yourself into work you don’t need to do just to feel productive in the face of failure, too much self-awareness dulls the pain, each of your new ticks and triggers is something to examine. the mechanical process of observe-analyze-conclude helps you take one step at a time, keeps your mind busy on now instead of before. a sparking energy that manifests as restlessness, needing to constantly work to avoid guilt at the end. trapped in a cycle of try, analyze, do better - over and over until you’ve perfected the craft of self-criticism. competition fosters growth, not just for you but for your peers, your school, your society.  hand-made notebooks, black coffee, nights in the library, unfinished notebooks, typewriters, tweed jackets, printed letters, history nerd, paper planes, the rattling of rain against the window, half complete sketches, notes in the margins of books, works hard and smart, respects rules, bullshits an entire essay and still gets a high grade regardless.

RUBY &&. CLEMENTINE:  everlasting incredibly fierce loyalty and love for their friends, having only one or two really close friends and liking it that way, confidence, saying they’re fine when they’re not because other things need to be focused on, taking care of barn animals, ruby hairnets and red ribbons, dungarees, the feeling of warmth when you’re inside all cuddled up and there’s bad weather outside, cottages in the country side, the sound of whinnying and hooves thundering across the ground, a herd of wild horses, collecting acorns, always holding a cup of steaming tea, mom jeans and big woolly socks, baking cinnamon buns, hot cocoa with heaps of whipped cream, baking sugar cookies, knitting everything, planting poinsettias, loving friends, neat notes but failed the test anyway, hot tea, lives for fuzzy socks, rosy cheeks, remembering the little things, messy ponytail, fuzzy socks, braiding and unbraiding hair/string/shoelaces/anything you can get your hands on, smiling through pressure, the comfiest sweaters with sleeves too long balled up in too-tight fists, running in the rain, the tears, the sadness, the worry, impulse buying a cat or a plant or anything, something to take care of, to be useful for; something that needs you. hubris making you stumble but self-assurance providing even ground. the power to be clinical; precise in your dissection of the right and wrong moves to make. a healthy respect for the challenge, and a yearning, a desire to come in first - but the ability to step back and see the bigger picture. bouquets of lily-of-the-valleys, freshly pressed juice and lemonade, healing herbs, botanical gardens at night, spring breeze, thrift stores, pressed flowers, lavender perfume, green velvet, grass stained knees, the mom friend, houseplants, cozy pillows and tea with honey, a lake surrounded by a forest, music and nice handwriting.

BRODY &&. CLEMENTINE: the determination to prove themselves different to people’s ideas of them, biting lips and tugging hair in concentration, always being ready to listen, giving great advice, oversized sweaters, swing sets and slides, lying on their friends laps, big cozy parkas, ugly christmas sweaters, big knit mittens, pretending that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars and making wishes, braving the cold to take pictures of the trees when they’re perfectly dusted with snow, photography cameras, world maps, bean boots, walks through fields of snow, slim fitting woolen overcoats, oversized sweaters, thrift-shopping, really emotional, cries when reading sad things, dreams big, soul searching, falling asleep in the middle of a conversation (because you didn't want it to end), long showers, going on adventures, binge-watching your favourite series, putting down the textbook to pick up a fantasy and losing yourself in the success of someone else, a preoccupation with learning something that doesn’t mean anything right now, calling your best friend to rant and talking through tears, shutting down the frantic beating of your heart, slamming a padlock shut on the nerves, freshly picked blueberries, metro stations at night, yellow ballet dance costumes, the smell of wood, jasmine perfume, old postcards, train rides, flea markets, overhead projectors, a million “what if’s”, blue artificial light,  white ballet dresses, dedicated eyes, airplanes at night, skylines, a cozy mobile home, vagabonds, gentle touches, cries at everything, long car rides, road trips, sunrises, inspired by nature, beauty in everything.

SOPHIE &&. CLEMENTINE:  whispering during movies,  an old teddy bear or knitted gift from their grandma they hide away but treasure, swimming way underwater and pretending to be a mermaid, always getting the perfect present because they remember the smallest thing about you, messy smudges of paint on desks and skin, the mixture of exhaustion and relief when they finally perfect their work, the sound of pencil against paper, the light shining through stained glass windows in churches, flowers tucked into pockets, fairy lights, decorating the walls with pictures of good memories, blanket forts, the lovely feeling when a stranger is nice to you, the rush of happiness when you meet someone and just know they’re going to be a good friend, stickers all over their belongings, wind chimes, disney fairy tale movies, scented candles, singing christmas songs all year around and planning decorations in september, surprise presents even when there’s no occasion, candy shops, cashmere turtlenecks, putting up all the fairy lights, making paper snowflakes, making snow angels, always smelling like a warm vanilla candle, picking out christmas trees, always in holiday pyjamas, still walking around in heels like the snow and ice don’t exist, beanies with a fur pom pom, berry lipstick stains on red starbucks cups, never judges anyone, photography, irrevocable trust, falling asleep on them, constant and immediate comfort while being with or around them, gentle smiles from across a crowded room, always knowing what you're coming home to, hiding smiles behind hands, finding someone who finally understands, a completely judgement free zone, freckles, drawing, obsessed with mythology, making a list of pros and cons with bright sharpie pens, a sugar rush to keep a smile on your face, “am i laughing or crying?”,  clinging to the last memories of them, playing the voicemail they left you last year over and over and over and over until the words are seared in the back of your mind. picking apart your own psyche and wondering when you grew so fragile. recognizing the signs of your own grief, postulating on other diagnoses as needed. earnest and dedicated work, using the resources at your disposal but staying within the lanes drawn for you. throughout it all, a kindness that cuts through tension, a mentorship that wraps the weaker links in assurance. rose parfums, resting against a tree after running through the grass, polaroid pictures, bubblegum, rosé eyeshadow, altars to several gods and goddesses, photography, picture books, self-care, sudden melancholy, studio ghibli movies, analog cameras, dark eyeshadow pallettes, biting your lip, the bohemian flaire, overgrown rose bushes, sweet smiles and honey eyes, freckle stained cheeks that dimple when they smile, smiling at strangers on the street, photograph sessions with friends, animal lovers, determined, earphones, scrunchies, flowers, treats people with kindness, goes to coffee shops for the aesthetics, loves reading fantasy books, old cottages in the woods, artists.