Acacia: Hidden love, beauty in withdrawal
Amaryllis: Pride, a hard won success
Anemone: Vanishing hopes
Bells of Ireland: Wish for good luck
Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction
Daffodil (Narcissus): Honesty and truth
Dahlia flower: Warnings and change
Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity
Delphinium: Open heart, ardent attachement
Gardenia: Symbol of secret love
Gladiolus: Remembrance, faithfulness and sincerity
Hyacinth: I'm sorry, please forgive me.
Iris: Eloquence
Lily (general) : Purity of the heart and refined beauty
Lily of the valley: Return of happiness
Marigold: Passion and creativity
Orchid: Beauty, refinement and love
Peony: Happy marriage
Lavender: Love at first sight
Red rose: Love, respect, courage and passion
White rose: Purity, secrecy, silence, innocence and charm
Sunflower: Good luck and ambition
Tulip: Irresistible love
Violet: Faithfulness, modesty and delicate love
Zinnia: Lasting affection, daily remembrance and good memories
My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.
I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.
One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.
The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
Vassar College girls practicing Greek dance c. 1923
Hi, can some of yous leave recommendation’s for fiction books on/about female obsession
bitches be dedicating their entire life to the dark academia aesthetic in terms of clothing and interests
i’m bitches
History:
guy to my teacher-‘you know woody from toy story’s bi?’ ‘really? well there always was a vibe between him and buzz’
‘I thought Carlisle was near Newcastle’ ‘No, it’s on the other side of the country’
‘Emily, would you ever kill someone?’- shouted across the classroom
‘I don’t even know what a citizen is! Am I a citizen?!’
Biology:
‘sir, you are not a perv!’
‘oh my god! what an absolute ledge!’
‘why are punching holes on the cover of your book?’
‘no Ethan, you can’t add me on snapchat’
‘god, how did you not hear what i said? are you deaf or what?’ ‘umm i’m deaf in one ear’
English:
‘while watching Romeo + Juliet - ‘wow what a turn out’
‘ohh Romeos’ such a lad!’
‘woah bit extreme there’
‘they’re complete drama queens!’
‘well, you see this guy just nicked a boat, went to the middle of a lake and had his sexual awakening because he saw a mountain’
‘here’s me sitting on a toilet with no walls or roof while i was in Australia’
Spanish:
‘i asked a girl why her hair was like that (it was a weird style) and she turned around ‘i have alopecia’ God i wanted to die!’
‘waiit, you have the same birthday? thats mental!’
‘go see if he’s in the bathroom or SSC’ ‘i think we’ve lost him miss’
‘so did he really just stab himself in his hand? you didn’t do it?’ ‘well simply, yeah’
i’ll probably to them later if i remember or if more happen
Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka
i know i can't argue with reality here but it's devastatingly unromantic that blood transfusions only work if you have compatible blood types
The amount of time that the Ancient Egyptian civilisation lasted is just so mind boggling. It lasted over 3000 years. That's such an insane amount of time. It ended around 30BC meaning that it will only be extinct for as long as it existed in around 950 years. Cleopatra lived closer to the invention of bitcoin than the building of the pyramids of Giza. They were already ancient to her. What the fuck
can people pls stop starting conversations on dating apps with ‘hey youre gorgeous/beautiful’ bc how the fuck are you actually meant to reply to that ends in an actual conversation ???????