“The orange rose has mainly come to be regarded as the symbol for desire, enthusiasm and passion. Being a literal mixture of the colors yellow and red, orange roses were often seen as a bridge between the feelings of friendship symbolized by yellow roses, and love associated with red roses. Giving a bouquet of orange roses could be a sign of emerging romantic feelings and the desire to move a relationship beyond the stage of friendship”—THE MEANING OF ORANGE ROSES AND IM SCREAMINHG BECAUSE THIS CAN’T BE A COINCIDENCE (via frozencowjews)
What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.
when my dad was in middle school there were a bunch of boxes of those tube-shaped flourescent lights in the janitors closet and he took them up the the roof and started hurling them off it onto the ground like spears and the teachers asked him why he did it and he said “i’m zeus”
when i was 12 i wrote myself a time capsule letter thing and i found it today but i wasnt supposed to open it until i turned 20 but my curiosity got the best of me. one of the lines was “how did you like the artemis fowl movie? was it as good as you expected it to be?” and i shed a single bitter tear