flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me
like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry”
i thought you could combine flowers
like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and a large tomato”
I really hope no one’s answered this for you yet, I saw this and got so excited that my obscure knowledge base might come into use. I had to stretch a few flowers so to speak but Victorian flower language allows for alteration in meaning depending on colour, fruit, flower, bud, steam, leaves and thorns, so I didn’t feel I was too far out of line. This message would work best as two bouquets bound together. First red Nasturtium with no leaves (red denotes a leader, the nasturtium a patriot) mixed with white or red Mask Flowers (rebellion, red if you want to emphasize fighting, white martyrdom) around Cypress (death). Then Chick weed (rendezvous) and Blue Convolvulus (night) surrounded by eight White Popular Leaves (symbolises the time: eight), Yellow Iris (flame, and a flower that grows by rivers) and Yellow Prarie Dock Flowers (this was closest I could find to docks)and one large Tomato Leaf, all bound in Dogwood Bark. Dogwood represents deceit, but as far as I could find the bark wasn’t used symbolically, and as you referred to the dog instead of a dog, I thought it was likely the pun should be a dead giveaway.
So there’s your rebel message!
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.
i figured out my queer stylings 2015
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a spanish person laughing or a german person during sex???
Good luck today. Sorry I can’t be there, but it’s gonna be fine. Deep breaths.
Your Warnings in no way prepared me for the Horrors I faced. Crammed into a tilted chair, a strange woman poking plastic-clad fingers into my mouth and jabbing at my gums with a metal hook and waxed twine—it is Torture of the highest degree. I owe Mr. Revere an apology for disparaging his Dentistry. At least he had the common Courtesy to offer his patients a mug of Grog before they were subjected to his prodding.
Still, the warm Sentiment of your note, tucked into the pocket above my Heart, helped me bear these grave oral Indignities with equanimity. In thanks, please accept this sweetie, given me by the Dental Hygienist as proof of my good health.
She literally got a drink of water and then walked over to my boots and spit the water in them.
I just want a romantic comedy/fantasy about a sailor and a mermaid with Tatiana maslany as the sailor and nicole beharie as the mermaid
Uhh, Elizabeth can stop looking all she likes, but that doesn’t change the fact that Lori committed a crime and the police will still be looking for her ass…