flowersandals

i’ve never shared this fact with you but now that something is happening i will:

this is oswald

he is a little shit who ate up ALONE a whole plant of mine and he grew BIG because of it. as you can see, he still is

we usually kill these caterpillars because they eat and ruin plants so yeah. 

BUT.

i kept this little big fella with me. i gave him leaves to eat and made him a little home far away from the plants and flowers

AND NOW. NOW HE’S SPITTING SALIVA EVERYWHERE BECAUSE I THINK HE’S ALMOST READY TO BECOME A MOTH (BECAUSE HE’S A CATERPILLAR OF THE WINTER MOTH)

AND I’M SCREAMING. I’VE TAKEN CARE OF HIM FOR ALMOST A WEEK NOW AND NOW HE’S EVOLVING AND I FEEL LIKE I’M ABOUT TO BECOME A PARENT

Us

There are those of us
who roam alone,
who search for fleeting
love,
or escapable intimacies,
who need to touch you
just one more time
or for the first time
because their fear
ate them alive
the last time,
who imagine love
like yellow flowers
and sunshine
in flowing summer fields,
but know that isn’t real
but a fantasy from a movie
or a song
or a poem
they came across
many lives ago,
probably in winter
when their heart was frozen
by the snow,
and they needed to believe
the warmth would come again,
who see themselves
amongst the stars,
floating in the blackness of
the deepest part of space,
until they shock themselves awake,
and realise their mind is actually
the darkest spot
in the universe,
and no matter what they wear to sleep,
the bed stays cold,
even in the summer heat.

Original Work: Kelsey H. 5/1/17

Us

There are those of us
who roam alone,
who search for fleeting
love,
or escapable intimacies,
who need to touch you
just one more time
or for the first time
because their fear
ate them alive
the last time,
who imagine love
like yellow flowers
and sunshine
in flowing summer fields,
but know that isn’t real
but a fantasy from a movie
or a song
or a poem
they came across
many lives ago,
probably in winter
when their heart was frozen
by the snow,
and they needed to believe
the warmth would come again,
who see themselves
amongst the stars,
floating in the blackness of
the deepest part of space,
until they shock themselves awake,
and realise their mind is actually
the darkest spot
in the universe,
and no matter what they wear to sleep,
the bed stays cold,
even in the summer heat.

Original Work: Kelsey H. 5/1/17

2

Stingue Weekend Day 1: Flowers

and that is one of the main reasons for why Rogue never wears white… during working hours.

Land of Five Rivers

.He was captivated by my swearing in a different language, foreign to the ears of many,

But after a moment, he would question my respect towards those rude, older men

Who told me to not talk back after they had spoken to me

He asks me why I act this way, what is my culture?

If I tell him where I am from

What my culture is,

Will he understand me?  

Will he understand me, when I tell him

About the phulkariyan flying away

In the harsh winds

During a warm spring day?

Or when I explain to him

The art of falling asleep after a long day in the wheat fields,

While a jaago procession, filled with girls as young as newly-bloomed flowers

And aunties aged like wine

Sing at the top of their lungs in the distant background?

Or even having to fight with the stingy bazaar-wale,

Trying to sell simple jhootiyan for prices exceeding their worth?

What if I told that him, where I’m from,

My identity is constantly questioned,

Because my religion is different from that of the majority?  

If I told him about Punjab,

My motherland,

Will he know about the time

When the Indian government stormed the holiest place in the state,

Causing the rancid smell of blood spilled

Of those who fell victims to the proceeding riots

To fill the air for years after?

Or maybe when

They gave pesticides to the farmers

Killing their livelihood?

Will he know what it’s like

To attempt to avoid the demons

Lurking after nightfall

On the hunt to fulfill their lustful desires

By taking away the innocence of women, the same age as their sisters?

Will he know the struggle

Of trying to not put your family to shame

As you try to be your own person?

Will he ever know the struggle of my people, my women?

A man, as white as the creams women like me are forced to rub into our dark ashy skin

To match the Eurocentric standards of beauty,

The pale skin, the bleach-colored body hair,

Different from the reality of

Skin colors ranging from caramel to dark chocolate,

Body hair, as thick as grains of the basmati rice grown in our fields,

Covering the entirety of our bodies

This man,

He is not from the land of the Five Rivers

He will never understand.

It’s Raining in Love

by Richard Brautigan

I don’t know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.

It makes me nervous.
I don’t say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate
compute
what I am saying.

If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and she says, “I don’t know,”
I start thinking: Does she really like me?

In other words
I get a little creepy.

A friend of mine once said,
“It’s twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them.”

I think he’s right and besides,
it’s raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That’s all taken care of.

BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
“Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and I say, “It beats me,”
and she says, “Oh,”
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it’s you, baby, this time
instead of me.

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You see,

It’s about

Black coffee

And Chanel

And flowers

And rainstorms

And long skirts

And mornings

And black tights

And midnight

And autumn

And crowds

And Paris lights

And the night sky

And ballet

And Victorian poems.

Not about the air

Or the stares

Or the people

Or the regard

Or the shock

Or anything.

Just the sunsets

And the violin

And the ocean breeze

And the haze

And the mist

And the fog

And the grey days

And piano keys

And hot tea

And soft hair

And wet leaves

And white shoes

And blue eyes

And azure skies

And rolling dice.

And French words

That we don’t understand

And cinnamon candles

And dancing,

Gracefully

Just like a feather

Or a whisper,

In the wind

Drifting

Light

Light

Light

Light,

Because it’s not about anything;

it’s about nothing;

About

Being

And

Feeling

And

Living

And

Speaking

And

Breathing

Nothing,

But no one

Can be nothing

And that’s what

We

Can

Not

Understand

And that’s why

We can’t succeed,

But for now

We can try;

Because it’s just about the black coffee

And Chanel

And flowers.

~fin

Baekhwaju

I saw you drink a bottle of flowers

and you explained that it’s medicine.

Drinking down the tiny beauties

and feeling them blossom in your throat.

I swear your words were honeyed,

I wanted to pluck and press them,

hang them in the window to attract

sunnier days, happier thoughts.

To remind you of the day

daisies swirled about your tongue

and violets twined around your eyelashes.

I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.” 
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving, 
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No. 
I stole him.”

-“Persephone” by Azra T. (http://5000letters.tumblr.com)

You know what’s amazing?

God created so many breathtakingly beautiful things in nature, like the sunrise and waterfalls and mountains and flowers

And yet it’s us, human beings, that He created in his very image and likeness. Somehow, we are his greatest creation. And that just blows my mind.

Boyfriend! Kun
  • bOI this guy would be so excited for your date
  • and he would be such a gentleman
  • so prepare for him to show up at your door with a bouquet of fresh cut flowers
  • and a hUGE smile on his face
  • “you look so beautiful today, babe”
  • it’d be a city date with a bit of walking
  • he just wants to show you around and take you to his favorite places
  • and he also wants to show you off
  • so his hand would be resting on your shoulder most of the time
  • it’s very comforting to have his presence right next to you
  • he’d see his favorite bakery so of course he’d have to take you
  • he takes your hand and leads you inside, holding the door open for you
  • “what do you want to eat?”
  • you guys decide on these really cute little cakes
  • and also treats you to some bubble tea
  • you rest for a while but decide to continue exploring the city
  • he insists on taking couple selfies together
  • “ah~ isn’t my baobei cute?”
  • on the way, he sees a street food stand
  • so naturally he stops to buy something else to eat
  • he pretends to steal a bite of yours but instead steals a kiss
  • you’re blushing really hard now and he thinks it’s cute
  • while you’re outside, it starts to rain a bit
  • he wouldn’t let your hair get wet of course
  • but for someone who thought he was prepared for everything, he didn’t bring an umbrella
  • so he takes off his jacket and both of you huddle under it while you try to find shelter
  • “come a bit closer so we can both stay dry”
  • you find shelter in a nearby bookstore
  • you’d browse the shelves together but don’t find anything
  • by now the rain has stopped, but it’s also getting late
  • so he sends you home
  • before he leaves, he gives you a warm hug and you smile
  • “until next time?”
  • “yeah… are you free tomorrow?”