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@motheroeverything​   :   ❛  can you say that again ?  ❜

"i said —”   dolores swallows her words again, musters a mildly bashful laugh. she’s not prideful on much, but her garden is something she puts her sweat, tears, and (literal) blood into ... and yet, her roses refuse to blossom, much to dolores’s disappointment. perhaps it’s time to turn to an outsider’s advice, as she’s used up her usual tricks. 

it’s as if the soil simply disagrees with her, and that’s that.   “do you have any tips for the rose garden? no matter what i do, they won’t bloom. i’ve tried everything and — i’d like to see them before autumn. they’re my favorite.”

[pryceism]

Gaia  Rosemary | @motheroeverything​ 

          “Fascinating...”  Wesley’s voice trails off as his fingertips hover over the expanse of the opened pages of a weighty volume, mindful to keep any means of contact limited given the tome’s apparent age. A black and white diagram of a welwitschia is present, its annotations bizarrely utilising a pluricentric language that appears so incredibly ancient that he’s having difficulty in fully parsing it  (  a rarity in itself  ),  thoughts cycling back to the malformed glyphs possibly being of Aeolic descent. Bespectacled line of vision darts towards the bookcase behind him with the motion of a slow gait, hands slipping into his pockets as a means of self-restraint from grasping another book, merely making do with perusing the faded etchings along the sturdy spines.

                    It had been quite some time since he had witnessed the sheer range of such a collection, botany and zoology interspersed with entomology and everything else in between. The encompassing mahogany decors nigh envelops his slender frame considering the crimson hued shirt the former Watcher had opted to wear, intricate motifs in his surroundings adding a luster which vie for one’s attention. There’s a subtle creak of the door which draws Wesley’s gaze in Rosemary’s direction with her returning to the room, the accompaniment of a sheepish smile denoting that the brunet had been slightly caught out.  “Apologies, I couldn’t quite seem to help starting without you.”

[athinakori]

@motheroeverything wants a lyrical starter !

“ In your eyes, hopeless and taken. Through blood and name. In defense of our dreams. ” ( Kings and Queens — Thirty Seconds to Mars )

[okeancsa]

💙     //     Mom     wants     to     say     hi     :)     |     @motheroeverything

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[mmettamorphosis]

@motheroeverything sent : “what have you done to yourself?”

【 “ . . . TO MYSELF . . . ? Perhaps I do not understand the question. My actions have only ever been motivated by the want--THE NEED--to assist others. I do not believe it is possible that I have done anything for, and therefor, to myself. I have done ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to myself. I apologize if I have disappointed you with my answer. ” 】