there's something tragically beautiful about a pot a wilting flowers.perhaps it is the drying shade of brown at the tip of the red roses.perhaps it is the subtle drooping buds of the mauve statices.perhaps it is how people still send flowers to their loved ones knowing that the pretty appearance is temporal just to bring a smile to their face.perhaps it is knowing that deep within, the beauty of the flowers lasts way beyond the superficial.perhaps it is the grim reminder that nothing beautiful lasts for long.
i swear im rewarding myself with those hugo boss specs if i live through that 15-page essay.
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vanna
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