#happy flower

[zieeeej]

When you’re at the end of the rainbow you will find @pixieeelocks

[mapplestrudel]

happy flower doodle? :D

Absolutely! 🌷💕

[moodysnowflake]

Everybody keeps telling that Nai is trying to make Vash suffer as much as he can.

Then what about Vash?

Mh?

What about THIS?

He's clearly the one going for the kill.

[samantabrzozowska]

“Sunflower”

[frogwhomp]

Happy flower shirt and mug up on my store now :D

[carlthethoughtfulsoul]

I’ve never seen such a happy little flower. I think he wants you to have a nice day.

[forsythiahill]

Sunny yellow BUTTERCUPS make my heart SING

[happyheidi]

‘My cat Max’ by Irina ♡

[morggo]

🏳️‍⚧️

[yanushkaa]

[wasyago]

this is more of a "canon swap" since them being a creeper and a zombie is not really fanon, but still hdghd. green people <3

[zieeeej]

This was the first of this series I made. It shows these flowers with various fun emotions and even some star flowers. I was very happy with this drawing, so it made me continue to make more!

[kavaleyre]

“After 200 years, you can forget how much color there is in the world.”

[grandgardenerinfluencer]

[carlthethoughtfulsoul]

You may be the most cheerful flower I have ever seen.

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"