Brilliant rainbow and a study in red blooms.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
The blooms are breath-taking beautiful and they leave a bubble of emotions inside me.
When i grow up, i want to be a florist.
That’s what i wrote in my english essay when i was 7. I used to believe being a florist, your heart will bloom and grow along with flowers.
Flowers are strange living things, there is so much more about them than just their type and color.
And roses especially, they are still beautiful even after death. To me, that is.
every rose has its thorns and every person’s heart has a thorn that can’t be removed.
Not all mistakes can be fixed, some have to live with it throughout their life.
– says a woman to her friend at Starbucks this evening.