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𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋──𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺̃ ❨...❩ 石榴花, 𝗌𝗁í𝗅𝗂𝗎́𝗁𝗎𝖺̄, ❀
𖤓⠀⠀๑⠀⠀𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌⠀⠀多雾路段⠀⠀፧⠀⠀𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼.
𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺⠀⠀𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖺⠀⠀⬬⠀⠀𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂.
(⠀𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗒𝗂⠀́ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀⠀) ⠀水磨 𖠁⠀ 艺术.
𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾⠀⠀ᜌ⠀⠀𝖺𝗋𝗍.⠀⠀♡⠀⠀𝖻𝖺𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗈.
✿⠀𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗈⠀(桃花, 𝗍𝖺́𝗈𝗁𝗎𝖺̄)⠀⎯⠀ 𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾.
“na china, as flores não são apenas belas; elas carregam significados profundos e simbólicos. cada flor tem uma mensagem a transmitir, e os chineses sabem como ninguém apreciar essa linguagem floral.”
Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
this is a growing season… so bloom wild and untamed
- butterflies rising
"May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow (1731 -1806)
Let us live like flowers, wild and beautiful and drenched in sun.
- Ellen Everett
a love language… love me for the way i'm a wildflower, and then come closer and love me like wildfire.
- butterflies rising
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Of Wildflowers”
[Text ID: “When I was young, I heard / So much about being / a child/woman/man of God / but then I grew up and all / I ever wanted / was to be of wildflowers, / of willow, toad, and bone. / of swallowtails, sow thistle / and cedar, of birds.”]
she’s a flower out in the wilderness… touched by moonlight and free in the open air and wild sun
- butterflies rising
—Fyodor Dostoevsky
𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶
Amanda Edins
Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 9, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
the sky has the stars, but I have you
Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. I: 1931-1934