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today i cut off the flower stems of my orchids because they were dead.

apparently you have to cut it off so that new flowers can grow in.

my heart raced as my scissors sliced through the dead, brown stem.

the flowers were still on it, but they were dry and shriveled.

i thought, maybe the dried flowers are pretty too? 

but there’s so much more in store for my orchid and i shouldn’t settle for the dead dried flowers.

it may take months for it to flower again -- and it may never flower again -- but i wanna have hope that it will.

and that it’ll be the most beautiful bloom of flowers, ever. 

i’ve reached a point in my life where i might cry because something is so beautiful

i always thought it was the overly sentimental and dramatic people who did that

and i would have never considered myself to be overly emotional

also filed my first real tax return (omg, I actually get money back??) 

I didn’t realize how much reassurance I want from others...

Also the fact that when someone tells me everything will be okay, I feel like it actually will be okay. I know they’re just words, but why do they have so much power over me?