Pink Aesthetic Pictures Novels & Stories

She said her name is Pixie. "I am lost!" And again she bawls which Mizuko rushed to say she was kidding. It stopped Pixie right away. "Well, how long has he been gone?" "Not too long ago actually." Pixie has pink long hair with highlights of sky blue and yellow. She has rosy cheeks and flowers were tucked against her hair. The flowers were mostly everywhere. She has a pale skin and she looks like a cute doll. Only she looks sassy. "Why are you--"

I reply, sharp as a blade. Pablo coughs. Dante stiffens. I reach up and run my fingers over his collar, right where the lipstick stains the fabric. “Pink,” I murmur. “Not really my color. I prefer deep reds. But it suits your skin tone nicely.” Then I smile sweetly. And walk away, leaving them both behind.

Aminah talked-shrieked again and we all stopped talking as she slide her phone's screen to the next picture. At first, all I could see was girls pressed together in some sort of hug, bare shoulders and lips painted in different colors, eyes painted in different colors too until I stared intently at them and I could start to make out their faces. Kosi Queen Dike. What? I peered even closer but it was impossible to mistake her for someone else, not with her skin color, dark cocoa color, and that face. God! She looked like a child, a pretty child with that face and that glistening skin. The God when skin. Black skin never looked more beautiful.

I asked “We are, we’re currently deciding the colors we’re going to be using for the pastels.” “No, we were completely talking about something else.” I replied chuckling. “Well sometimes we need a distraction so we can rest our fragile minds and clear the atmosphere. We’ve discussed the color, and I think we should use pink since it’s your favorite.” “Yes, and we can add blue too since it’s alpha Aiden’s favorite color.” “What? No— you don’t have to..” “We could add a little bit of broken white for balance.” “Yes, it definitely will be something.”

She set her painting on the easel with a dramatic flourish, stepping back like she’d just unveiled a masterpiece. It was… a pink flower. A single, delicate, annoyingly perfect pink flower, sitting in the middle of a white canvas. Soft, pastel petals, a golden center, and a few green leaves curling daintily at the edges. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. She just made me hate the color pink. Miss Lia beamed, clapping in excitement. “Lovely, Janice! Tell us about your inspiration.” Janice flipped her hair again, her eyes never leaving mine. “Well,” she started, clearing her throat “I wanted to paint elegance. Something simple, yet sophisticated. You know, not messy.”

she said as she pointed to the far end of the room. Desmond immediately went to get a closer look at them. One had shades of red and pink as a backdrop and the figures were white with the male on his back and the female above him. The second painting had different shades of green with sprinkles of lilac, pink, and peach. The silhouette of the man was olive-colored, and he had his arms wrapped around the brown female silhouette. Their faces were millimeters apart, appearing that they were about to kiss. “Nice. How long have you’ve been working on these?”

like pink glitter. Either way, it was beautiful.

"Cooperation is always easier." I sat at the desk and looked at the screen. He showed me images, shapes and pictures of faces. "What do you see in this image?" "A butterfly." "And this one?" "Two people fighting." "This one?" I looked at the picture. It was an abstract painting with colors bleeding into each other. "Beautiful chaos," I said. "The kind that makes sense even though it shouldn't." Dr. Park took notes. "Interesting. You see beauty in disorder." Then he showed me a photograph of a little girl maybe three years old with dark hair and a big smile.

Andrew brings Rhianne in front of a huge painting. It is a painting of a huge park with children happily playing on a small playground. And a beautiful woman is sitting on a bench. The woman in the painting is looking at the huge tree where the sunlight is peeking through its branches. The colors used in this painting are very colorful and lively. But the most catching point of it is the woman's smile. It's not a happy smile, but a forced smile.

she says with a hint of sadness in her tone that I instantly dislike. I step closer and wrap my arms around her. "Used to what? A pink canopy bed? You might not know this about me, since I've been such an awful boyfriend for the last five months, but I like pink. I have a pink canopy bed in my penthouse." I turn toward the window. “Pink curtains too. Actually, pink has always been one of my favorite colors.” Kimbra's eyes open in amazement. "No, you don't." "How do you know? Have you been sneaking into my place?"