#spring romance

Knock, knock on my door / Tell me you're sure / Tell me you need me / Walk, walk on your lane / Until we're insane / Until we can't feel our feet / Shout and scream and tell me something / That I didn't know yesterday / That rabbits can swim / It could be anything / Just tell me you love me

Just tell me you love me

This new Florence Road song feels very springlike. It's also giving age gap romance in the full lyrics about following like a dog and books and Bowie and no I can't explain further.

Also, I love when Cillian does outdoor shoots, he looks extra serene in nature.

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“My spring have a rainbow colors”

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"Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love!" He picked a ranunculus which gently swayed its golden head above the grass beside him, and with infinite delicacy, slowly and amorously, he turned it between his fat red fingers, from which the dried blood scaled off in places: "Isn't it adorable?" he repeated, looking at it. "It's so little, so fragile, and besides, it's all of nature; all the beauty and power of nature. It contains the world. A puny and relentless organism which goes straight to the goal of its desire! 

Ah, milady, flowers do not indulge in sentiment. They indulge in passion, nothing but passion. And they make love all the time, and in every fashion. They think of nothing else; and how right they are! 

Perverse? Because they obey the only law of life; because they are satisfied with the only need of life, which is love? But consider, milady, the flower is only a reproductive organ. Is there anything healthier, stronger, or more beautiful than that? 

These marvelous petals, those silks, these velvets... these soft, supple, and caressing materials are the curtains of the alcove, the draperies of the bridal chamber, the perfumed bed where they unite, where they pass their ephemeral and immortal life, swooning with love. What an admirable example for us!"

 ~Octave Mirbeau, "The Garden," The Torture Garden, 1899, translated from the French by Alvah C. Bessie, 1931-

I mean... pictures like these would've had me fainting if I was outside in a hot day 😮😵‍💫🥴🥵

My oh my...

The chemistry is unbearable...

No wonder Percy and Jenna don't interact in public anymore... they are merciful with our hearts and minds...

I feel like no matter what happens they will always be iconic together...