#:lamprocapnos

[hemoclysmic]

19/10-22

it's a bonsai tree. a bonsai tree is a small unspecific tree, contained by a pot that chokes it from growing too big by the roots, and by pruning shears when it defies those odds. i spend all my time with it pruning it into beautiful shapes, carefully manicured down to look organic. but shears dull, over time, and the tree grows. i look at it from across the room and can't find the strength to cut the contumacious branches over again. over weeks, maybe months, the pot cracks under the persuasion of the roots. they slither across the floor, walls, until i awake immobilised one morning, encased. but i'd gone to bed the night before, with them shawled around my limbs. and the night before that, with them splayed over my bedsheets. and the night before that, with them creeping up my bedpost.

and the roots... i can hardly breathe below them, but when i do they smell of old stagnant earth and vegetal blood. they're rough against my skin, dry. im vertiginous from the veins they choke, lips surely blueing, slipping into a fever mind, wonderlandish. but i don't taste my own medicine. it is wonderful to be held.

what is there to say about loneliness at all? do spiders feel lonely after a rich meal. do they steal glances at the carefully secured exoskeleton, now too light to weigh the web down at all.

you see it with the horror of imagining a missing limb, because you've had one of your hands occupied before. but there is no body at all. it's something below, spineless, scrap. an aborted misery, and nothing has been removed from my whole like a limb, this is all of it. there was nowhere to attach anything in the first place. you don't know this shape. loneliness is an absence for you. it is a hunger to fill. i am entirely stomachless, not gutted like a fish or voracious like the bonsai, but liquid like the sky they devour. you weren't born alone, but i never learned there were options. until i was fed. and with the sweet nectar climbing my airways, with the juices tacky on my skin and rich in bliss on your face, dripping down your chin and arms, i ache for somewhere to keep it, and a mouth to taste (like) you.

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Sunday 19 May 2024

In a small front garden Lamprocapnos spectabilis (bleeding hearts, dicentra, Dutchman's breeches, lady in the bath, locks and keys, lyre flower, seal flower) was producing arching succulent stems hung with heart-shaped flowers. This clump-forming perennial grows in moist, fertile, humus-rich soil in partial shade.

Jill Raggett

[dozydawn]

[trippingthemoonlightfantastic]

I Give you My Hearts

Watercolor On Birch Panel

2022, 11"x 14"

Pink Bleeding Hearts, Lamprocapnos

[botaniqueer]

Spring is here! Time for bleeding hearts! (Lamprocapnos spectabilis) These guys and our native bleeding hearts in the genus Dicentra are in the poppy family, Papaveraceae! They’re spring ephemerals that wake up and flower during the spring and go dormant again when things get too warm.

[coffeenuts]

[eorzeanflowers]

The Dicentra

A flower meaning loneliness, melancholy, unrequited love and healing.

Cissnei Eclaire reporting for duty! The newest flower in my bouquet! (that I've had for only about a week and she's already finished base endwalker) She is a Thavnair born, Bozja raised, gunbreaker with a head for combat. If there is a fight brewing, she will be there to. She will not instigate conflict for conflicts sake however. She just revels in the physical exertions that come with the stakes of fighting with blades and magic.

Cissnei is a fighter that continuously falls in love with others through their style in combat. Outside of combat, she is aloof and a difficult person to talk with. She seeks greater challenges as a baseline for her adventures, striving to be the best fighter on the star. She is easier to talk with after a good fight, as her mood increases dramatically if there was conflict.

Cissnei does have the echo, and she joined the Scions near the end of Heavensward and early Stormblood. Her and Jana butt heads continously as they have similar goals but drastically different views on how to go about them. She idolizes a friend she made from another world, dying her hair pink and stylizing it like her bolt of Lightning.

Her attachment to fighting does make some see her as a weapon to point at enemies. And she sees herself the same. She has accepted her lot in life, choosing to just go through her goals and protect the lives under her charge as best she can.

[simcardiac-arrested]

days 20 & 21 - hanahaki disease & 100% SATURATION

eyebleed BLAST !!!

[haveyougrownthisplant]

[ladymariayuri]

the most beautiful flower foreva and eva

[dozydawn]

bleeding hearts cameo glass perfume bottle by kathleen orme, 1984.

[trippingthemoonlightfantastic]

I Give you My Hearts

Watercolor On Birch Panel

2022, 11"x 14"

Pink Bleeding Hearts, Lamprocapnos

[taiyami]

Tai I can only hand-deliver your favorite flowers if I know what they are, so pls tell me :3

For me .....

I actually have a bundle of my favorite flowers tattooed on me .. fun fact. My favorites are sweet peas (Lathyrus odoratus) Delphinium (g. Delphinium) and dragon flowers / snapdragons (g. Antirrhinum)

[botaniqueer]

Made this guide for the baristas for the edibles I’m growing in the back patio for them!

Also:

(Unless you want to give yourself heart problems. :P)

[lethal-autotroph]

TAGS LIST

catching flies - general p>o<sts (my [dr>o<sera's] tag, i p>o<st m>o<st >o<ften s>o< it's the default)

gr>o<wth - replies t>o< p>o<sts (regrubs..?)

p>o<tted plants - answering asks

flower posting .❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。- amaryllis' tag

ladybugging - tempuc's tag

mrrp - felix's tag

PE>O<PLE WHO ARE A PART >O<F MY EVIL SCHEMES:

lamprocapnos

nodiflora

platycodon

amsonia

monostroma

vigna caracalla

FRIENDS:

gladiolus

>O<THER:

echeveria

PE>O<PLE WH>O< SUCK

thevetia

marnieriana

ooc: this part is an edit because i realised i hadn't put a disclaimer in the pinned

this blog is a part of grumblr roleplay <3 tws for unreality and other warnings typical of grumblr apply, though this blog will also deal with religious trauma

[thebotanicalarcade]

Tulips in the flower bed against the garage in the Mosbacher family yard.

May 11, 1958