Constellations & Cactuses

The plant boy put seeds on my heart and when he pushed me away they bloomed making me remember of what is beautiful is also painful.

So I sat under the hot sun for hours thinking maybe if I sat here long enough, Parker might love me the way he loves his garden - E.B

my darling, i am only 'plant boy'

how can i possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, your lips like galaxy's edge, or the stardust in your bones, when i have yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you? - P.H