❝ the flowers you planted in my chest are beautifull, but i can't fucking breathe ❞
in which a girl mourns all the dead flowers plucked from her, each type symbolising a different part of her.
written with the symbolism of the language of flowers woven in.
this story also contains girlxgirl themes, so if you are homophobic, please don't comment your hate to us.
all works belong to me. please do not steal, or twist my words slightly into your own. i will be very dissapointed.
-may, 2016
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Poetry❝ the flowers you planted in my chest are beautifull, but i can't fucking breathe ❞ in which a girl mourns all the dead flowers plucked from her, each type symbolising a different part of her. written with the symbolism of the language of flowers wo...
