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you know how when something is too hot or when it is too cold, both times we feel a burning sensation.
maybe.
just maybe, that’s the same with love and hate.
if it crosses the limit, they merge into one and you can’t tell one from the other
Dude it’s almost time to step on a crunchy leaf
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
Always loved flower language
[Text ID: Yours, yours. I was painted for you.]
— Donna Tartt, from “The goldfinch.”
both of us know we are not good for each other,
but we are not ready to let go of the thin string of connection that ties us together
me realising that I'm not in the middle of an enemies-to-lovers situation but rather I'm just being annoying
it's kinda comforting to me when my friends are a little annoying or longwinded or abrasive or tired and inarticulate, or they don't do the exact politest thing in every interaction, and stuff, because I know I'm sometimes annoying, or take up a more than my share of conversational space, or forget to ask them questions, etc etc, and... like, I'm always working to be nice to my friends and to get better and better at friend-ing, but it just makes me feel more human about it :}
anyway I love you friends plz know I'm not counting, in fact I feel great affection toward you even (especially) when conversations go less than Perfectly Ideal
I'm not proud to say it but this line from a 60 year old detective novel made me re-think some things about friendship
falling in love, for me, is like ripping open a bandage. slow at first, and then all at once-leaving the wound vulnerable
i ached to be pretty,
but the ache was the kind you can't cure with medicines;
but I ended up needing bandages after all.
even pictures of cups of coffee make me so happy :)
i go to bed. i can't sleep. i am consumed by an overwhelming sense of loneliness. i stare at the ceiling, wish a little too loud for it to fall on me but stop myself. i long for something i can't name. it consumes me. i crave something. i try to imagine a better place. i see a very long corridor and there's a blinding light at the end. i run. i try to reach it. and just then
i have always been cute,
never smart or desired,
but just good enough,
to hold hands with,
or to be seen
on a date with
but not mysterious enough (i can't stop talking)
to have a second round of drinks with
i have always been cute
but I've never been craved
I have been waiting all year to post this.
omg
This has been in my queue for months.
I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
omg i didnt reblog this last year!
perfect day to reblog
A Tribute to the Unspoken, Just Words
you don't remember what happened, what you remember becomes what happened
no matter what i do, who i hang out with, who i spend my time with, in the end it's just me and my feelings all alone. it's like i have eternal loneliness inside of me that has become a huge part of me and won't go away no matter what i do
we love like fireflies, how we gravitate towards each other's glow
