alisha

where do i begin

[astriloquum]

[terrorignitis]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

[xiaolanhua]

Love Next Door 엄마 친구 아들 (2024) Dir. Yoo Je Won – Ep. 11

[novlr]

The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

[arylleth]

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.

[deadpoet-skull]

[alishasays]

"go on, say it. you lost."

[alishasays]

she was draped in her purity, innocence, just like a sleet of snow.

[alishasays]

stolen kisses and secret glances in a room of black and white

[alishasays]

"chandni" they name the girl

moonlight, what a perfect name for a girl accepted by the solitude of night and the gleam of moon dust.

[mournfulroses]

A. R. Ammons, from a poem titled "Shot Glass," featured in The New Yorker

[alishasays]

the same lips that kissed you are stained red from blood

you can see her enjoying the taste of misery, licking her smeared fingers

so don't think for one second your blood won't tint her full lips

don't think her pretty face holds any remorse or hesitance for you

love is temporary in her everlasting anger

[alishasays]

the string between them, it's irresistible force kept pushing them onto each other's paths. except their lives weren't uniting, instead disrupting.

"i hate you." the string slightly droops.

"don't callously lie." she scoffs.

"you are your father's daughter. abrupt and pestering." the string slowly snagged.

"and you won't make me apologise because i mean it. you are angry and messy, you are sedimented with pain, and you won't find anyone to fix you brick by brick." he sneers.

the string begins to tear.

"how can you say that?" tears stream down her naive little face.

"because i mean it. word for word. i resent you and i don't have a drop of pity left to give. go live somewhere alone, so you don't delude anyone into thinking they can actually fix you." he firmly adds, "you are genuinely impossible."

the string rips sharply from the centre.

"oh." she thinks to herself

"oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh. oh."

[mahoganyamore]

a philosophy of solitude

[alishasays]

[alishasays]

torn, ripped, angry and discarded

[alishasays]

he erases my dread and swipes my tears away with his gentle kisses.

[ur-daily-inspiration]