don’t buy your girl flowers. flowers die. buy her a potted cactus
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What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.
I’ll have whatever he’s having.
Fuck you. Fuck you for all the I love you more fights. Fuck you for holding my hand. Fuck you for kissing me. Fuck you for making me feel special. Fuck you for getting my hopes up. Fuck you for holding me tight when I couldn’t sleep. Fuck you for all the starbucks dates. Fuck you for the flowers. Fuck you for the love letters. Fuck you for the photos of us kissing. Fuck you for saying I am the one. Fuck you for making me laugh. Fuck you for all the sundays we spend in bed, cuddling. Fuck you for making me trust you. But most of all, Fuck you for leaving me. Fuck you for breaking my heart. Fuck you for giving up on us.
fuck you for hurting me.
(via written-on-polaroids)
(via written-on-polaroids)
I’m the type of person who holds on to ticket stubs and photos and presses flowers but never puts them into a scrapbook I just have them scattered everywhere which brilliantly illustrates how I’m a sentimental piece of shit who can’t put their life together
So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Jorge Luis Borges (via syndrome)
If you date me, you’re dating my loud laugh. You’re dating my constant nervousness. You’re dating my happiness for little things like flowers or drawings of dogs. My 2 AM sadness. My once a month period pains. My overwhelming thoughts that make me panic. If you date me, you’re dating everything about me. And if you can’t deal with everything about me, don’t even bother.
(via haunted–palace)
Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because the regret is stronger than gratitude.
Anne Frank’s Diary (via funeralfaerie)
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
‘Come in,’ she said, ‘I’ll give you shelter from the storm.’
