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The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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Me in the shower thinking about my wife: i think one of the big reasons why het culture "wifey/hubby" "his/hers" "tiaras/mustaches" matching sets other than the cis binarism of it all is that it reveals the thought process behind heteropatriarchy wherein ideal love is a product of inversion; two puzzle pieces that fit together but are separate and made functional solely by the utility of their differences. Heteropatriarchal love retroactively redefines a person as a half of a whole, their functions and idiosyncrasies only valuable when curtailed by another's. But more than that, heteropatriarchal love is so divided. My "hers" towel and your "his." Married on a friday because saturdays are for the boys. Your woodsmoke-scented deodorant and my lavender. We cant possibly hope to understand each other and that's what lends our partnership value, somehow. But the love i cherish--the love that nurtures me--is inextricability. Not the teeth of your personality spinning the cogs of mine but the blend and blur of our edges together. The further in the tide rolls the better. The love that nurtures me is accepting everything about you into my life even if i dont feel the same way about it that you do. Its a becoming. Becoming you, becoming myself, becoming us, again and again. There are no puzzle pieces to snap together, and im no more or less of anything with or without you. But no matter what happens i carry you with me now. Even in the small ways like how we wear each others jackets and deodorant and hats. I wear your mannerisms, and your jokes. I have your interests. You have my music taste. We subsume and consume one another. We explore each other by exploring ourselves and vice versa. The process of loving you is a mapping of a vast expanse and it is the creation itself of that expanse, ad infinitum. Loving you is a fluidity of the self. I try out new ways of living through you. I see through your eyes. My life doubles by virture of sharing it with you. We finish each others sentences and joke that were the same person but its truer than we have the language to describe. My selfhood blurs into yours; Im not half of a whole, but together we are a whole. You could draw a straight line from one end of me to the other end of you, no breaks. And why shouldnt we travel that line? Step inside my head and get comfy. Mi casa es su casa. Youre me and im you.

What comes out of my mouth when she walks into the room: id let you wear my skin if i could

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Finally reunited 💓

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Imogen fourth wall'd herself into Yasha's dream:

I know in my bones that is an Imogen Live Reaction. Her gay ass went to Wembly Stadium and descended to the table live to possess Laura Bailey.

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constantly thinking about Ms. cringefailure girlpanic supreme, Imogen Temult.

you cannot tell me her inner monologue isnt her being just absolutely down abysmal, down horrible, down deathly and within the trenches for absolutely everything Laudna does cmon now....

like.... "babe you almost snapped your wrist trying to pick up a big rock? yeah give me a second no im okay yeah im fine i promise unrelated note will you come into this dark alley with me?"

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Sharing fanfic updates be like

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All pathetic wet cat lesbians please rise

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I am so wound up for the next installment of something you say something you do, that I fear I might commit an act of violence.

But also please take your time because i love it and i love you and i want you to be happy with it and not rush because you are a MASTEEEEER

Aaaa thank you!

I think I've scrapped like 4 different big ass scenes at this point, but it'll come out eventually! It's gonna be a big one babeyyy

It should be out by next week, if not this weekend? Idk, I don't wanna burn myself out

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I have read it and I love it and I’m so excited for any and all unhinged smut you are writing

i am glad!! I do hope i live up to expectations XDD

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It's you! I stumbled upon your tumblr by pure coincidence and it turns out you're the writer of my favorite imodna fic. Keep up the good work, it's truly amazing

its me!!!!

Thank you thank you, i AM aiming to make everyone tear up just a little bit

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being a fanfic author is opening your doc and scrolling down to where you were and being jumpscared by the unhinged smut you were writing last night at 2 am

(go read something you say, something you do)

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imodna AU where they're both such huge cringefailures that one of the Bells has to personally intervene and lock them in a room together until they make eyecontact

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"she told YOU that?" laura bailey really did invent jealousy

Hey guys remember that time Imogen broke up with Laudna for like two days because Laudna broke her pet rock and she was so mad about it that she became the most cold hearted person in Exandria but then Laudna found a new special friend and then Imogen invented both jealousy and heartbreak?

Yeah those were the roughest days of my life