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In floriography, the daisy primarily symbolizes innocence, purity, new beginnings, and loyal love. Often associated with childhood and cheerfulness, these flowers frequently represent "gentle love," simplicity, and the ability to keep secrets. They are also used to convey feelings of hope and transformation.
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Hinny
been tryin' hard not to get into trouble (but i've got a war in my mind)
Wherein Hinny conquers all. (A remaking of hinny because, why not?!)
where we've been, what we know will never go away
Survivor's guilt is a condition of persistent mental and emotional stress experienced by someone who has survived an incident in which others died. True enough. But, the person who dared create this theoretical definition, to put a feeling, whose whole point is to feel and not to be read like some sort of thesis, in words - had they gone through the same process of hurting and grieving? or just took a person, viewed them as an experiment, studied and analyzed their thought process, their mental functioning, their reaction to such a major incident in one's life, and summed it all up just to claim the fact that survivor's guilt does hold a wordly description which stands the same for all ?
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Jily
catch a wave and take in the sweetness
The month of October was coming to an end. So was James Potter's patience with himself. And that was when Lily Evans had entered his bookshop for the first time.
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Next to Me
The heart must gather infinite courage,
From the barren surrounding, the fertile flesh.
There's a vacuum in the soul,
Pressure within, pressure outwith,
The void is filled, with culminations of life, with disruptancies of life,
The heart, the mind, the soul.
Energy is released
Numerous times - relentless,
Words blue and bloody, fury and calm
Go hand-in-hand.
One of them wins and stays on the war front,
The other subsides, calm like the ocean waves,
Love's thicker than blood,
But the fluid seeps out through the cracks in the seams.
Rare facts all true, held empty,
I like to assist in tea parties,
Hot tea, cold tea, green tea, black tea,
Chamomiles and lavenders smell lovely, fresh and sweet,
Within the clear, white-grey ocean
Of the purest of compounds,
Found more, available less
Just like the infinite courage-
Found more, available less.
Selected profanities of selected
Intensity
Are screamed out, to the throat, from the soul, from the environment,
And the room's all wonderfully colored!
in blacks and reds and greys and blues.
The soft threads of cotton candy love
meshed together
Have dampened into a wine of algae,
The taste not sweet, but a pretended pinch more of saccharine,
Pressure within, pressure outwith,
Energy must be released,
Tenacious, relentless, vindictive,
And the lash won't be empathetic, sympathetic
At its pinnacle, it will be barbaric.
The aperture between the soul and the body
Is bridged by the vacuum of tea parties,
Hot tea, cold tea, green tea, black tea,
Ginger and cinnamon now sting the throat, the lungs, the heart,
And there is no churning of ocean milk
To give the respite, the peace all I need-
Would you like to sit next to me?
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"been trying hard not to get into trouble but i
i've got a war in my mind"
~Elizabeth Grant
