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holespoles · 18 days
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The birth flower for today, April 11, is the "Yaezakura" and its floral language is "rich culture". The stamp introduced is "Narano Yaezakura (double cherry blossoms)" (Japan, issued in 1990). Nara Prefecture has the Narano Yaezakura as its prefectural flower.
今日4月11日の誕生花は、「ヤエザクラ」で花言葉は「豊かな教養」です。 紹介する切手は「ナラノヤエザクラ」(日本、1990年発行)で、奈良県はナラノヤエザクラを県花としています。
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hersurvival · 8 days
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Two winter blossoms that signify eternal rest:
Violet and Narcissus
But how is it fair that the way I bow my head
Is interpreted as humility, of being modest
When your head also hangs low?
But you've been grown to accept
You are unlucky, a sign of misfortune
They place me on graves of the innocent,
While you are a portent of death
Nicknamed "heart's-ease,"
A vital part of old love potions, perfumes,
For a flirtatious scent
You have always been a lure, a trap, an end,
Rumored that your gentle fragrance
Is laced with a narcotic effect,
Fatality being imminent
"Where the oxlips and the nodding violets grow.."
"..And the daffodils fill their cups with tears"
We find ourselves together
As your Valentine, I write to you in ink
Created from my petals, my flesh,
To tell you that you are good,
That you are more deserving than this
@nosebleedclub April 20th - Birthday Flowers
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coffeexxcigarettes · 9 days
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Paperwhite Narcissus
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You string together white flowers,
Sharing with me facts about
How I was created.
That the earth cracked open,
To allow beauty to surge forth.
That fire collapsed and gave way
To a luscious forest.
That I was not simply created on whim,
But for intentional worship.
You place the flowers in a crown
Over my messy dyed curls,
And beam with a light unfamiliar to me.
"I told you so!" You say,
But your voice holds no spite.
No lingering resentment,
Only friendship and admiration.
My throat tightens in such an odd way,
And we both laugh.
Yours, musical.
Filled with knowledge I could spend years
Unraveling.
Mine, thankful.
To have met you,
And to have finally received the flowers
My birthday, Goddess, and given name
Somehow wanted me to receive.
x
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..@nosebleedclub April 20th; Birthday Flowers
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rabbitkeeper · 4 months
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Carnations in black in white with a hint of red and purple. Carnations are January's flower along with the snowdrop ✨. I did use a reference for this but I lost the picture so I can't give proper credit to the original artist.
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palmtreepalmtree · 5 months
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nym-phadora · 7 months
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🎈🧁🌻✨️💕🕯💌🦋
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morphofan · 4 months
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White Roses for My Birthday
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My pretty Birthday flowers from darling Hubby and little Spawn. White roses are my favorite, especially the cute little petite ones.
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I have always loved white roses. I love the contradiction. You have the sultry, sensual, romantic rose, paired with the innocence and purity of the color white. They both contradict and compliment each other. My favorite rose, maybe even my favorite flower.
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Birthday flowers 🌹 red roses 🌹
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lizzyworld · 9 months
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feetbelowthesea · 7 months
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lilacflowershop · 2 months
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Women worldwide put in a lot of effort to improve the state of the planet. On International Women’s Day, we honor the privileges that women have accumulated over time. On March 8, 2024, join in the celebration by sending a gesture of appreciation to the ladies in your life to express your gratitude for their accomplishment and your pride in having them in your life. International Women's Day Flowers !
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highqueenofelfhame · 2 years
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rowaelin // 824 words // masterlist
The house was quiet when she woke. 
Aelin rolled over in her bed, rubbing her eyes as she reached for her phone. There were so many notifications it was both heartwarming and overwhelming. She swiped them away from her lockscreen, making a mental note to respond to all the texts and comment on all the instagram posts she’d been tagged in. It was her twenty-ninth birthday, but she felt infinitely older.
The sheets were soft against her skin, pillow fluffy beneath her head. A sigh drifted from her lips, heavy enough that it filled the silence of her home. Her lips twisted to the side as she locked her phone and laid it back on her nightstand beside her. There was no sound in her room save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and her skin rustling against cotton sheets.
It was late morning, the sun eagerly peering through the curtains, and she had nothing to do today except attend her birthday party later that evening. All of her friends had sworn to be there, and her attendance was mandatory. Aelin had already picked out her outfit, leaving it hanging on the back of her closet door. This year she was going for a simple look: ripped jeans and a band t-shirt beneath her favorite cardigan that he had bought her two Yulemases ago. 
Him. Rowan. His name echoed through her empty heart, threatening to shatter her ribcage to dust. She turned her head and looked at his side of the bed, the pillow untouched and smooth. Everything remained exactly the same as it had been the last several years. Even his watch was where he had last taken it off the night before being admitted to the hospital. 
The simple gold band she had once slid on his finger while making a lifetime of promises hung from a chain around her neck. The closet was still filled with a collection of his dress shirts, his shoes still lined the floor. In the shower his body wash and shampoo still sat on the little shelves that jutted out from the wall. Aelin hadn’t been able to touch any of it, despite his passing having been six months ago.
She still couldn’t get herself to take the emerald ring off her finger, either. Maybe one day it would join his on her necklace and she would find a way to move on, but this was a chapter that she just refused to close. She couldn’t close. If she did, it might break her beyond the point of no return.
While her mind threatened to spiral deep into the loss of her beloved, the doorbell chimed through her home. Gods, she didn’t want to see anyone right now when she was on the brink of caving to the grief. It was her first birthday without him and she wasn’t ready to face the day alone.
Still, she crawled out of bed, adjusting her pajamas and combing her fingers through her hair as she walked through the house. By the time she was at the door she decided she was decent enough. Nobody was on her porch when she peered through the window, though a floral delivery van was pulling off down the street. A large kingsflame bouquet sat on her doormat. 
A small smile tugged at her lips, knowing it was likely Aedion trying to start off her day positively. She pulled the door open and carried them inside, marveling at the vase and deeply inhaling the scent of her favorite flower. As soon as she slid the vase onto the counter, she plucked up the card in the center and carefully pulled it from the little envelope it was housed in. 
But when she saw the scrawling script on the inside, her heart stuttered to a complete stop in her chest, tears immediately pricking at the corners of her vision while she reminded herself to breathe.
To my Fireheart. Happy birthday. I love you to whatever end.
The message was short and sweet, but from Rowan all the same. Of all the schemes and secrets she had kept from him to pull off big surprises, this bouquet of flowers had far more of an impact than anything she had ever done. Seeing his handwriting, getting the same floral arrangement he had given her for years on her birthday six months, one week, and two days after his death had her heart in such a tight hold that she felt she couldn’t move. 
She brought that little piece of cardstock to her mouth, relishing the way it felt between her fingers as she mouthed the words ‘to whatever end’ against the paper. It shook against her lips, her hands trembling as she tried and failed not to break down.
Aelin gave into the grief, sinking to her knees as her entire body began to quake and hot tears fell in rivers down her cheeks.
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tales-at-dusk · 11 months
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Still life
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bek-a-la · 5 months
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kingofcards · 5 months
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@corditeheart | Birthday Flowers | From here
Quistis grinned at her, "I had help, but yes I made them. How has your day been?"
Quistis was hoping that Seifer had indeed forgotten to bother her like he'd threatened to do. Michele had enough to deal with daily without having him be a pain. And while it looked like Michele had mostly been working like she had, she hoped she was able to do something for herself at some point.
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