flowersandals

guinea pigs are the perfect animal

they are small and fluffy and they are shaped like potatoes

they have tiny tiny tiny feet but fat lil bodies

they make squeaky noises when they’re excited and they eat flowers

and when they’re really uncontrollably excited they hop around and lose their voice and sometimes stand on their hind legs even though they have four but they forget because they’re excited and fall over

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.

Howdy!

I’m Chara.

I’m a fictive in a multiple system.

The host decided it would be okay if i have a blog.

Since it’s new i don’t have any followers.

like/reblog if:

-You’re undertalekin (i’m especially looking for asriel/flowey, toriel, and asgore)

-Are kin with Chara/are a Chara fictive i’m assembling an army of mes

-Post horror (especially knives)

-Post undertale (and don’t hate me)

-Post flowers

and i’ll probably follow you.

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Important:

-Feel free to ask me any and all questions, but keep in mind that some topics are very sensitive and i may not answer or give you a short answer.

-Please only use they/them pronouns for me. I’m not a she or a he. Got it?

Richard Brautigan, “It’s Raining In Love”

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.

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.

Pulling Petals

When I was a little girl
all elbows and knees
and frayed at the edges

my grandmother told me I was like a flower.

I wanted to be a rose,
all thorny stem and prick-where-it-hurts
under a perfect canopy

or a dandelion,
bright before the iris
and uprooted between all the cracks in the pavement
for thoughts and pennies to fall between.

You’re not a rose
she said
your thorns don’t prick to draw blood.

And you’re not a dandelion
she said
you don’t flower in every field.

You’re something else.

A lily?

No
lilies are funeral flowers
and there’s no death in you yet

I think you might be a snowdrop.

I pouted;
who wanted to be a snowdrop?
White is just monochrome in bright sun
there’s nothing to it but colourless pale

but when I look at myself
with my small petals
and paperthin leaves

I think she was right.

am a flower
perhaps that’s why my petals
fall in winter
from the tips of my fingers
and the crown of my head

like little pine needles

I think I pull my own petals
sometimes
because isn’t it always a game
(helovesmehelovesmenot)

and I know how to hurt
but not how to bleed

and pulling petals is only ever collateral;
it never reaches beneath the surface
never cuts as deep as I know I could

so for now
it’s safe
to watch my petals pool in piles
heaps in the snow

all the dead elements of me
made pure in the act of cutting 
clean away from what poisoned them

If I were a petal, 
I think I’d rip myself free too
but flowers have roots
and I have bloomed too far to fall.

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

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?”
smitten


Suddenly i loved you, beyond reasons
beyond the curve of your lips
or the innocent way you smiled
when you asked me, my name.

Smitten, is no longer just a word
it has now become, that instant
as i watched you walk away
leaving the faint smell of flowers
and this burning, desire.


I wish I could bottle the sun
and swallow it- and it would
burst from my fingertips and
through my pores-
then maybe the flowers
and the trees and…
you
will lean toward me
rather than away for a change.


“Swallow The Sun”- 3-6-14- jessicagadziala

I just wanna hold her in my arms,
kiss her all night till the sunrise,
cuddle her under light blankets.
I just need someone to caress,
someone to protect,
someone to live for.
I wanna make her laugh
and smile
and laugh
and tickle her.
I just want to cook her pancakes with cream e strawberries,
buy her flowers
and tell her stupid jokes.
I just wanna take her a million photos,
Watch the moon and falling stars with her,
Dedicate her love songs
and dry her tears.
I wanna keep her warm in winter
and hold her hands,
Wake her up with a cup of tea and a kiss on her forehead.
I wanna take her to the funfair, to aquarium, to the zoo
to see her being happy and nothing else,
I just wanna love her.
Be mine,
I’ll be kind.

私たちは未来の花 (Watashitachi wa Mirai no Hana, lit. We Are the Flowers of the Future)
  • 私たちは未来の花 (Watashitachi wa Mirai no Hana, lit. We Are the Flowers of the Future)
  • Umi
Play
Now, bloom! At the end of passionate hopes
Embark on a journey to meet your fate; Brilliance lies beyond the wind
Someday, the answer will come to you
So to not forget kindness, let's bloom

And so, the two of us meet by chance
Carrying red, bright red, large flowers
And so, the two of us meet by chance
The next time we meet, we'll be different people, yes?