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    Flowers: I don't want flowers. I said I like crystals meme... #crystals #crystalhealing #astrology
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: I don't want flowers. I said I like crystals meme... #crystals #crystalhealing #astrology
                
            

            
            
I don't want flowers. I said I like crystals meme... #crystals #crystalhealing #astrology

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: phantomemes:
starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .
‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’
‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’
‘  you are teaching me to love  ’
‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’
‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’
‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’
‘  you are my good days  ’
‘  i have been loved dearly  ’
‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’
‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’
‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’
‘  there will always be another day  ’
‘  there will always be another mercy  ’
‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’
‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’
‘  i am terrified for you  ’
‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’
‘  today i am thankful  ’
‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’
‘  come and get me  ’
‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’
‘  i think i broke again last night  ’
‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’
‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’
‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’
‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’
‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’
‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’
‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’
‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’
‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’
‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’
‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’
‘  this life is an altar  ’
‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’
‘  there is a mountain in me  ’
‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’
‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’
‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’
‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’
‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’
‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’
‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’
‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’
‘  you scare me a little  ’
‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’
‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’
‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’
‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’
‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: phantomemes:
starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .
‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’
‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’
‘  you are teaching me to love  ’
‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’
‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’
‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’
‘  you are my good days  ’
‘  i have been loved dearly  ’
‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’
‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’
‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’
‘  there will always be another day  ’
‘  there will always be another mercy  ’
‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’
‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’
‘  i am terrified for you  ’
‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’
‘  today i am thankful  ’
‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’
‘  come and get me  ’
‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’
‘  i think i broke again last night  ’
‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’
‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’
‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’
‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’
‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’
‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’
‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’
‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’
‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’
‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’
‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’
‘  this life is an altar  ’
‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’
‘  there is a mountain in me  ’
‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’
‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’
‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’
‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’
‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’
‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’
‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’
‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’
‘  you scare me a little  ’
‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’
‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’
‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’
‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’
‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

                
            

            
            
phantomemes:
starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: What color flowers do you want at your wedding?Me:
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
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    Flowers: peachyarts:

my best friend sends the cutest little pictures of tiny flowers!!! 🐝

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: peachyarts:

my best friend sends the cutest little pictures of tiny flowers!!! 🐝

                
            

            
            
peachyarts:

my best friend sends the cutest little pictures of tiny flowers!!! 🐝


            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: bogleech:

lynati:

movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: bogleech:

lynati:

movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

                
            

            
            
bogleech:

lynati:

movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“G...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: allthingssoulful-garden:

There’s nothing bushy about this blueberry bush, but it still has a few flowers on it. 
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: allthingssoulful-garden:

There’s nothing bushy about this blueberry bush, but it still has a few flowers on it. 
                
            

            
            
allthingssoulful-garden:

There’s nothing bushy about this blueberry bush, but it still has a few flowers on it. 

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: huariqueje:

Pink Flowers #2  -  Alejandra Atarés , 2018.Spanish, 1987-Oil on linen, 30 x 30 cm.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: huariqueje:

Pink Flowers #2  -  Alejandra Atarés , 2018.Spanish, 1987-Oil on linen, 30 x 30 cm.
                
            

            
            
huariqueje:

Pink Flowers #2  -  Alejandra Atarés , 2018.Spanish, 1987-Oil on linen, 30 x 30 cm.

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: the smell of flowers growing gives me some hope
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: the smell of flowers growing gives me some hope
                
            

            
            
the smell of flowers growing gives me some hope

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: artisticinsight:

The Maiden, 1913, by Gustav Klimt (1862-1918)This work of Klimt, depicting numerous women and flowers, plays with the themes of life, womanhood, and sexuality.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: artisticinsight:

The Maiden, 1913, by Gustav Klimt (1862-1918)This work of Klimt, depicting numerous women and flowers, plays with the themes of life, womanhood, and sexuality.
                
            

            
            
artisticinsight:

The Maiden, 1913, by Gustav Klimt (1862-1918)This work of Klimt, depicting numerous women and flowers, plays with the t...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Flowers: artist-amiet:

Girl with Flowers, Cuno Amiet
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: artist-amiet:

Girl with Flowers, Cuno Amiet
                
            

            
            
artist-amiet:

Girl with Flowers, Cuno Amiet

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: nemfrogfilms:
Cactus flowers and bees at work.  Land of Geronimo. 1945.
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                Flowers: nemfrogfilms:
Cactus flowers and bees at work.  Land of Geronimo. 1945.
Prelinger Archives

                
                

                
            

            
            
nemfrogfilms:
Cactus flowers and bees at work.  Land of Geronimo. 1945.
Prelinger Archives


            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: babyanimalgifs:for anyone that’s having a bad day, here are pictures of animals sniffing flowers
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: babyanimalgifs:for anyone that’s having a bad day, here are pictures of animals sniffing flowers
                
            

            
            
babyanimalgifs:for anyone that’s having a bad day, here are pictures of animals sniffing flowers

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Flowers: omg-humor:

Buy her flowers already
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: omg-humor:

Buy her flowers already
                
            

            
            
omg-humor:

Buy her flowers already

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: Wholesome Flowers…
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: Wholesome Flowers…
                
            

            
            
Wholesome Flowers…

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: Wholesun flowers
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: Wholesun flowers
                
            

            
            
Wholesun flowers

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: Wholesun flowers
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: Wholesun flowers
                
            

            
            
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    Flowers: mamadivaa:already pressed so many flowers this spring!🌺✨
IG: mamadivaaa
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: mamadivaa:already pressed so many flowers this spring!🌺✨
IG: mamadivaaa
                
                

                
            

            
            
mamadivaa:already pressed so many flowers this spring!🌺✨
IG: mamadivaaa

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Flowers: howtowhistle:

Hyacinthe Rigaud, Study of Flowers, 1720.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: howtowhistle:

Hyacinthe Rigaud, Study of Flowers, 1720.

                
            

            
            
howtowhistle:

Hyacinthe Rigaud, Study of Flowers, 1720.


            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Flowers: aphrodihe:
I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: aphrodihe:
I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.
                
            

            
            
aphrodihe:
I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees,...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Flowers: wahbegan:
j-sillabub:

kosciuszkovevo:

closecaptionvevo:

interstellar-space-cadet:

I’m every one in this


MAN 1 (in a high pitched, whiny voice) Look what you’ve done to my peonies!
WOMAN (angrily) They’re marigolds! 
MAN 2 God! I think she’s right! They are marigolds! 
MAN 1 I may not know my flowers, but I know a (yells in her direction) bitch when I see one!


It’s back!


I looked this up because I had to know what it’s from. It’s a film called The Gay Deceivers (1969), and it’s about two straight men who, seeking to avoid the draft, claim to be gay, but then have to keep up the pretense when the army places them under surveillance.
The man in the red cardigan in the clip was played by Michael Greer, who was openly gay himself - unusual for the time. He actually worked closely with the director and rewrote much of the film’s dialogue to reduce the homophobia and make it more realistic. As a result it’s quite progressive for its time, having a gay character, played by a gay man, living in a happy same-sex relationship, which is more than a lot of media offers us today.
Plus the clip is delightful.

I just looked it up on wikipedia and fucking
The twist is that even after the pair is caught, they are not inducted into the military. The Army investigators assigned to watch them are themselves gay and are trying to keep straight people out of the Army.
EDFIAWFOWEFUHSFUIHOFIUHFOIFUHFOIUH

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: wahbegan:
j-sillabub:

kosciuszkovevo:

closecaptionvevo:

interstellar-space-cadet:

I’m every one in this


MAN 1 (in a high pitched, whiny voice) Look what you’ve done to my peonies!
WOMAN (angrily) They’re marigolds! 
MAN 2 God! I think she’s right! They are marigolds! 
MAN 1 I may not know my flowers, but I know a (yells in her direction) bitch when I see one!


It’s back!


I looked this up because I had to know what it’s from. It’s a film called The Gay Deceivers (1969), and it’s about two straight men who, seeking to avoid the draft, claim to be gay, but then have to keep up the pretense when the army places them under surveillance.
The man in the red cardigan in the clip was played by Michael Greer, who was openly gay himself - unusual for the time. He actually worked closely with the director and rewrote much of the film’s dialogue to reduce the homophobia and make it more realistic. As a result it’s quite progressive for its time, having a gay character, played by a gay man, living in a happy same-sex relationship, which is more than a lot of media offers us today.
Plus the clip is delightful.

I just looked it up on wikipedia and fucking
The twist is that even after the pair is caught, they are not inducted into the military. The Army investigators assigned to watch them are themselves gay and are trying to keep straight people out of the Army.
EDFIAWFOWEFUHSFUIHOFIUHFOIFUHFOIUH

                
                

                
            

            
            
wahbegan:
j-sillabub:

kosciuszkovevo:

closecaptionvevo:

interstellar-space-cadet:

I’m every one in this


MAN 1 (in a high pitched, w...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Flowers: catchingtearsinrain:
Bleeding Heart Flowers.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Flowers: catchingtearsinrain:
Bleeding Heart Flowers.
                
            

            
            
catchingtearsinrain:
Bleeding Heart Flowers.