flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me
like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry”
i thought you could combine flowers
like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and a large tomato”
The
If I had a nickel for every time a corvid was turned into a remarkably attractive man by an incredibly powerful woman who needs him to act as her agent, I’d have two nickels.
Which isn’t a lot, but it’s strange it happened twice.
I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.
in my room on a saturday evening talking to myself like this
Arcadia BIOSHOCK (2007) ◈ 6 / ∞
I was too lazy to draw his regular outfit lol
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