Tales of old 🌾🕊️
You can’t deserve a person’s love. You’ll drive yourself crazy thinking like that. They either love you, or they don’t. That doesn’t mean you weren’t good enough for them to love you, because love isn’t something you earn by being good enough. It isn’t something that can be quantified or doled out. Don’t blame yourself for not being loved how you need to, just teach yourself how to look for love where love lives.
I can’t stand people that don’t let me speak hyperbolically. If I can’t respond to a minor inconvenience that someone should get shot in the fucking head for it then what’s the point of it all.
My heart will always be soft. I will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. You can’t take that away from me.
My peaceful witch years are over time to start hexing bitches.
life is weird because one minute you're 13 wondering if you'll ever see the age of 18 and the next you're 28 and excited to go shopping for lamps
Is there a poem/poems that mentions a specific type of flower? Like gor dxample “carnations” I was at a flower shop and that came to my mind
there are TONS of them! and here is only a small selection of some i remember but there are probably hundreds more
Louise Glück has written many: “The White Lilies” “Blue Rotunda” “The Wild Iris” “The Silver Lily” “Trillium” “The Red Poppy” “Hyacinth”
Mary Oliver too ♡ “The Sunflowers” “Peonies” “Poppies” “The Roses” “Daisies” “Roses, Late Summer” “When the Roses Speak, I Pay Attention” “Violets” “Blue Iris”
“Tulips” by Sylvia Plath
“Cherry Blossoms” by Toi Derricotte
“White Clover” by Marvin Bell
“Orchids Are Sprouting From the Floorboards” by Kaveh Akbar
“To Describe an Almond Blossom” by Mahmoud Darwish
keeho for Y magazine - bloom in harmony
(he looks so good in this photoshoot ajksksslsdhkdkfjsk)