#lowe

Why send roses? Wouldn’t it be more romantic to deliver a dozen orgasms? For only $19.95, I’ll deliver them to your woman any day of the year. But be sure to book early for Valentine’s Day.
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— Jarod Kintz

#flowers #funny #humor #love #naughty

Texting and phone calls, fireworks, blends, café au lait, and music. Yesterday's television. Work and beer. The neighbor's dog, or those strange flowers, the way it smells at Maisen. Those ordinary things I talk about with you. With you... I want to talk about love with you. ↗

— Tomoko Yamashita

#coffee #fireworks #flowers #love #maisen

Thy love wakes thirst for Heaven in one and all: Leper, pimp, outcast, fool and criminal, Satan, O pity my long wretchedness! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#the-flowers-of-evil #the-litanies-of-satan #love

I took a job at the pool in order to earn the five cents a day it cost to swim. I counted wet towels. As a bonus, I was allowed to swim during lunchtime. ↗

— Esther Williams

#bonus #cents #cost #counted #day

I’m not a big fan of Halloween. Except for the dressing up part. I love picking out a costume. - Tory ↗

— Matthew Leeth

#horror #scary #tricks #love

Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#love

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there. ↗

— Francis Thompson

#love #nature-writing #summer #love

Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of adversity overtakes us, and when summer friends have deserted us. ↗

— Henrietta Dumont

#love

The sun is a flower, and it burns my goddamn nostrils like the scent of love, which I haven’t tasted since I put on my midnight-black blindfold. I’m just naturally romantic, I guess.
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #romance #romantic #love

I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from my garden and hung in the storeroom to dry. Weed helped me hang these stalks, I think. His hands touched these tender leaves, just as they touch me. ↗

— Maryrose Wood

#love #passion #tears #love