spring, come slowly.
in the midst of my miserable life, the flowers were nice today.
Yes because I love you I will appreciate you from a distance never to speak or look at or touch or interact with you ever because you are a goddamn flower; does this sound about right?
Flowers don’t move, they don’t breathe, they don’t speak, they don’t feel. Flowers are not people, nor are flowers anything like people, nor should people be treated like flowers. Love is not about possession, that much is true. It isn’t about me belonging to you, or you belonging to me. But it is about belonging together, to belong with one another, to — I don’t know, I’m losing myself. But loving a person as you would love a flower — admiring and appreciating without ever disturbing them — isn’t the kind of love that happens between two people. That sounds like admiration and appreciation. Because how many words are out there that can replace the word love? If you’ve thought of one, you probably haven’t understood love.
thorns.
Lomography in Colors - Scandal
some flowers i hadn’t seen before with the roses.
nowherefornia, day two.
at the lovely botanical gardens with @jenniferseesglass.









