Mitten Raised

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Pull apart my aorta or don’t respond to my text for a day and update social media. No difference. Maybe you have someone tweet for you and you died. Obscure.

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My studies commence with Tulips. My dad instilled in me if I wanted something, that I had to get it myself and he meant it, in every regard. I started buying flowers for myself ever since I was eighteen years old. Some tried teaching me that it was a foreign idea, an oddity and that a man should treat me to some. Thank god that never stuck. Everyone deserves the perfection of a flower, every day in some way.

Tulips; Hesitant to my unruly hair and smooth skin, uncomfortable with my dance-a compilation, theirs strict and organized like a wedding planner has to be.

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“ For The Lord comforts Zion;
He comforts all her waste places and makes her wilderness like Eden, her desert like the garden of The Lord; joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the voice of song. ”

—    Isaiah 51:3 (via wonderingthroughflowers)
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