when I met you,
flowers started growing
in the darkest parts of my mind
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So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers
Veronica A. Shofstall, “After a While” (via larmoyante)
So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
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A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via thenocturnals)
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
Albert Camus (via taupestry)
