Person A: *yawns*

weather as types of people

Wind: Nomadic people are those who love wind. They are born of change and circumstance. Their worst enemy is the jailor of restriction. Seldom seen with restricting clothes, they like to move as they please. Messages pass their hands many times a day, and they love to be the bearer of news: whether good or bad, gossip or fun. They are desert people: hearts of sand and time, ever changing, always different. They are late-night pitstop people: gas station spirits and moonlight souls. People of change, people of destiny, people of drive.

Rain: Gentle souls. Instead of being in constant state of growth like most people, they are in a constant state of settling into themselves. Their presence is a calming one, even if they are not calm within themselves. They create effortlessly, ideas always flowing from them when they are present. When ideas are not present, the drought comes: not a drought of dehydration, but a drought of inspiration. When this drought comes, the people of rain have nothing to offer. All creativity is gone, all motive is lost. That is, until it rains again. A mysterious people, are those made of rain.

Thunder: Thunderous people can often be too loud, too much, and too frightening to those who do not understand them. Their anger holds the power of the earth, and heaven forbid you should see one cry. While they may shout and laugh, and be the greatest presence in the room, their loudness does not reflect who they are. Stormy emotion is their way to be heard, even if it isn’t the way they are best understood. You do not know a person of thunder, until you have studied while one slept next to you, or watched from a distance as they created something. You can hold no judgement to their stormy hearts until you take the time to know one. And should you manage to befriend one, you will find a strange sense of ancientness in their mannerisms. In the way they look off into the distance when they think nobody is watching, in how their art reflects people and places that no longer exist, in how they breathe so steadily beside you, as if they are meant to live forever.

Hail: Just like that embarrassing thing that happened to you in second grade, just like a memory that fills you with nostalgia at odd hours of the night, so hail people only appear in the moments before you fall asleep. They are beautiful in person, yes, but it is not until you have a time to ponder their beauty that you begin to see how incredible they truly are. Buffeted by wind, thrust up into the sky over and over again, their hearts have hardened to ice. But ice can melt; that is apparent with people of this kind. Give them a warm touch, and a kind eye. They will melt, and it will be beautiful.

Snow: Falling slowly, falling beautifully. People of snow are quiet and sad, but there is beauty in it. They drift downward, decorating the world with beauty as they go. You don’t see them much, since they’re quiet and rarely around. But it isn’t until they go missing that you realize how much they’ve impacted your life. They have an odd habit of making everything seem alright. When they speak, it is as if all the world is silent around them. You can never quite describe it, but they have a gentle peace about them: as if they know they are quickly failing, and are content with darkness that will approach. I’m sorry if you’ve ever held one’s hand, because there is no falling out of love with them. I’m sorry if you’ve ever heard one sing, because their music will never stop ringing in your ears. They are quiet. They are beautiful. They impact you in small ways, until everything you’re made up of seems to hold a piece of them.

An introverted high school girl from a working-class background and her wealthy, debate-team nemesis can’t agree on anything. But when they’re forced to work together to compete in the state championship, they might discover opposites can attract. Candy Jar premieres on Netflix April 27, 2018. Trailer here.

types of students: flowers

rose: aesthetic notebooks, sad movies, writing a diary, written work, looking up ten or so new fonts every day, soft giggles, can be distracted easily, sweet, always helping other students

sunflower: extremely competitive, studies wherever, high motivation but sometimes no talent, does the talking in group presentations, asks the questions others are afraid to ask, going on walks to clear your mind

lily: reading the course material over and over until you get it, fairy lights, can be innocent, cries over bad grades, disorganized, wants to bujo but doesn’t know how, dancer, probably scared to ask for help

orchid: self-starter, cinephile, can do anything they set their mind to, vintage supplies, always returns what they borrowed, best friends with the librarian, soft voice, ink pens

daisy: natural, wants to change the world someday, vegetarian, activist, can change your mind in two seconds, genuine laughter, not wanting anybody to feel left out, reading extra books because you’re not feeling challenged enough, getting lost in crowds, europe travels

cherry blossom: doodles in the margin, always tries their best, needs a lot of validation sometimes, shy, borrowing your friend’s notes and their sweaters, chapstick, bringing hot chocolate to study groups, mom friends, super organized, smol bean

“He was like a painting you wanted to burn so you could finally stop staring at it.”

— Krampuslauf, Holly Black | My True Love Gave to Me

Could you please suggest some eloquently poised wolfstar fictions on archiveofourown? I just read "June, and Other Natural Disasters" by montparnasse and I loved the way it has been written. Thank you for your assistance and your blog has brightened my days beyond count. Thanks again.

I’ve never seen it phrased “eloquently poised,” but I think I know what you mean. I’d rather give you some good author recs, actually. If you liked montparnasse’s style, I think you’d enjoy the way these authors write, too. I’ll link you to some of my favorites to give you a place to start, but I’d confidently recommend anything these authors have written.

montparnasse : I’d also try Let Nothing You Dismay and Amateur Cartography.

fluorescentgrey : Sex and Dying in High Society and Desperado. 

imochan : We Build Our Own Unfolding and Longsdune.

zambla : Recto Verso and Or, a Portrait of the Mathematician as a Young Man.

berhanes (theyshotmyclown) : A Heart Closing and This Word Lies At The Bottom Of A Lake.

Friendly Reminder that both Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark are victims.

you: snape had the most tragic death

me, an intellectual: fred weasley had his whole life ahead of him. hedwig was the lost of harry's innocence and childhood, and dobby was a free slave that was murdered by those who thought they were above him. sirius black spent 12 years in prison for a crime he didnt commit, and yet still blamed himself for the deaths of his best friends, and then died after living his time in freedom in a house he hated, barely seeing the one person he loved more than anything in the world. remus and tonks had finally found happiness, and were going to have a child and won't live to see that child grow up. the creevey brothers were underage and shouldnt have been fighting in such a terrible war to begin with but they did anyway. cedric diggory was not meant to be in a war, but he was the bravest of them all, he was kind and good, and he was thrown aside like he was nothing, but spent his last moment standing beside harry potter, ready to face an unknown enemy.

shades of lipstick: aesthetics

classic red - cotton candy lollipops, sequin converse, art galleries, leather skirts, fold hoops, rooftop gardens, vintage cars, balloon arches

understated nude - skateboards with a wobbly wheel, beach nights, acoustic guitars, antique shops, wild highlights, paint-stained fingers

perfect plum - uneven bangs, lace tights, ceramic mugs, half-finished books, knitting needles and wool yarn, bare feet on hardwood floors, scented markers

sunset orange - learning new languages, piano ballads, spicy food, muddy hiking books, stamped passports, corner cafes, scarves and beanies

blush pink - frozen lakes, bullet journals, Japanese Cherry Blossoms, sad smiles, movie nights with friends, fuzzy socks, fairy lights

black cherry merlot - tulle skirts and heels, spoken word poetry, chokers, apple picking, a lane of lampposts, heart-shaped sunglasses, hardcover books

#HIS FACE #me when i fucked up & panic 

And yet… Set It Up (2018) dir. Claire Scanlon