My flowers will die in your vase. No, I’m trying to be dramatic. It was an honest thought that to me came the fourth, fifth, hundredth time that you forgot to water them. If you don’t want flowers why do you take them? Why don’t you just tell me to throw them away? So many roses, lilies and daisies have perished now for your lack of care. I thought that you liked plants. You talked about them so much. But apparently there is a big leap between talking about something and knowing shit about it. I don’t want to hear anymore about plants. You either don’t know nor want to take care of them. I will take my flowers to my own house and plant them where they deserve it. You see I am no botanical genious, I can barely name them apart. But if I don’t know the name, I will give them a new one, and I will read in a book what they like for lunch. I will give them the sun and the shadow they need. And I will tend to them if they are sick. And I am not dumb, I know some of them might die. But at least it won’t be because I didn’t try. I’ll learn from my mistakes and I will try again. And my flowers, oh dear... they might even care for me as well.

steve came to visit for 4 days and it’s been the best fucking time of my life since i can remember and i just said goodbye to him til idk when and i am feeling the air i just refilled my lungs with slowly disappear and i am so fucking scared of forgetting how to breathe again

How did we go from rapacious yellow hordes ready to ravage your white women- to the sexless Asian in the background of your television? From the militant, harvesting masses- to the model minority helping you prepare your taxes?