How depressing to tell a flower that it should spend it's whole life twisting and turning just to find another flower to intertwine itself with. That's not it's purpose. It's purpose is to grow and to bloom.
How did this world turn into a place where breathtaking flowers are made to feel incomplete when they're standing beautifully, alone?
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
How depressing to tell a flower that it should spend it's whole life twisting and turning just to find another flower to intertwine itself with. That's not it's purpose. It's purpose is to grow and to bloom.
How did this world turn into a place where breathtaking flowers are made to feel incomplete when they're standing beautifully, alone?
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