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NEW CHAPTER: Flowers in the Darkest Parts of You

“𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜?”     

“𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍,” 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍.

**𝕁𝕁 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.

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NEW CHAPTER: Flowers in the Darkest Part of You

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙: 𝙹𝙹’𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊’𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚌𝚘-𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍.  𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎: 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙹𝙹 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜: 𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

**𝕁𝕁 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣.

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀

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NEW CHAPTER: Flowers in the Darkest Parts of You

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙹𝙹’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚡𝚢𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝙹 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝.

**𝕁𝕁 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀

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NEW CHAPTER: Flowers in the Darkest Parts of You

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚜. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝙹, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙴𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚠.

**𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕁𝕁 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 - 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕕𝕠.

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬

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NEW CHAPTER: Flowers in the Darkest Parts of You

𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝙹 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎; 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.

**𝕁𝕁 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕝 𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠**

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬

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Update on the next chapter of Flowers in the Darkest Parts of You that no one asked for:

It’s still not finished but we’re getting there! This happens every once in awhile where the words just aren’t flowing and everything feels clunky and horrible. And every time it happens I remember that I’ve been here before and I just have to push through and accept the mess until it fixes itself.

So anyway. Trying to persevere, I’m writing piecemeal - just constant typing and erasing and jumping from scene to scene out of order in an effort to just create even a horrid draft of this chapter. But I can confidently say that I just wrote the most unhinged scene of dialogue...and I don’t hate it. But seriously…it genuinely might be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever written. So even though everything is still absolute chaos, it gives me hope that I can somehow turn this chapter around. Thanks to John B. and JJ being typical teenage boys?

Little victories.