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Flowers I enjoy
english peonies
gerberas
tulips
gardenias (!!!)
red poppies
Flowers I do not enjoy
daffodils
carnations
alstroemerias
amaryllis
I also do not enjoy it when people come up to my beautiful flowers and poke the shit out of them with their grime-filled fingers.
Backstory: My room (read: I) was in desperate need of something to brighten it up so I went to the covered market yesterday and bought some beautiful bright fuschia English peonies. I found (read: stole) a large glass from the kitchen and cut the stems to fit the flowers. The entire thing just made me so happy. Unfortunately, I woke up this morning to find them all sprawling over the side of the glass. They aren't dead, but they're getting there. The petals are falling and it's beautiful, but heartbreaking.
So, I went to the covered market again today. This time I bought some amazing, delicate, white ger_____s. They look incredibly fragile so I took extreme care while bringing them back from town. Keeping them safely hidden in a paper bag, I snuck them into the English Faculty Library while I did some more reading and then took them home with me. I found (read: stole) a clean dish from the kitchen and placed it under the little plastic pot and water my gorgeous flowers.
A few minutes ago, someone came in and decided to poke and push down these subtly awe-creating flowers and I silently fumed.
english peonies
gerberas
tulips
gardenias (!!!)
red poppies
Flowers I do not enjoy
daffodils
carnations
alstroemerias
amaryllis
I also do not enjoy it when people come up to my beautiful flowers and poke the shit out of them with their grime-filled fingers.
Backstory: My room (read: I) was in desperate need of something to brighten it up so I went to the covered market yesterday and bought some beautiful bright fuschia English peonies. I found (read: stole) a large glass from the kitchen and cut the stems to fit the flowers. The entire thing just made me so happy. Unfortunately, I woke up this morning to find them all sprawling over the side of the glass. They aren't dead, but they're getting there. The petals are falling and it's beautiful, but heartbreaking.
So, I went to the covered market again today. This time I bought some amazing, delicate, white ger_____s. They look incredibly fragile so I took extreme care while bringing them back from town. Keeping them safely hidden in a paper bag, I snuck them into the English Faculty Library while I did some more reading and then took them home with me. I found (read: stole) a clean dish from the kitchen and placed it under the little plastic pot and water my gorgeous flowers.
A few minutes ago, someone came in and decided to poke and push down these subtly awe-creating flowers and I silently fumed.