“Look, all I know is that
You’re the nicest thing I’ve ever seen
And I wish we could see if we could be something
Yeah, I wish we could see if we could be something”

Decided to look up flower meanings and buy some for L for Valentine’s Day. The floral shop didn’t have any of the flowers I had wanted, so I decided to make them out of paper. Terrible idea. Getting insanely nervous. What if this ruins everything?

Ranunculus: you are radiant
Dahlia: my gratitude exceeds your care; I want to compliment/tame your wild side
Camellia (pink/red/white): you are the flame of my heart/adoration/longing
Striped tulip: you have beautiful eyes
Gardenia: secret love

When someone has the ability to make you feel beautiful simply from the way they look at you, or feel all the positive qualities they see in you, does that count as love?

Or is it more so the overwhelming need to make them feel that about themselves?

V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish.  Let him perish who knows not love.  Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.

Go live your life. Don’t waste it. What’s the point in holding back or being pessimistic about anything? Really! Where does it get you in the end?
Love yourself. Love others. Love everyone. Love everything!
Listen to this and you might get what I’m talking about:
Seagull Orchestra.
If you don’t, that’s okay because I’ll interpret it for you.
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL!
There is hope. There is beauty in your dark corners and cobwebs, and in those dead trees of winter. It’s everywhere. Inspiration and love is everywhere, if you look for it.
So stop sitting and waiting for it to find you! Get out there and grab it!
Forgive, don’t forget. Give more than one chance. Take risks, jump feet first, love with all your heart, give all you have, laugh every day, enjoy every moment, savor every person you come into contact with.
If you’re not going to do it because I told you to, do it for yourself.
Live your life with a passion and don’t give it up for anyone.


“…I have a little secret for ya. Huddle up. Huddle up! We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for…”
-Mr. Keating, Dead Poet’s Society