#weeds

I’ll love you until the last petal falls, Jules. ↗

— Laura Miller

#first-love #forever #love #love

How does the story really go? Does she ever cross your mind? Does she ever steal your nights? Is she still a part of you? Do you ever wish she were still by your side? And what would you do? If she walked up here tomorrow And told you that she loved you? Would you drop it all and run to her? Would you tell her you love her too? Or would you simply send her home? And tell her you’ve moved on? Tell me, Buddy, what would you do? ↗

— Laura Miller

#laura-miller #will #love

Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#weeds #faith

Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#death #drama #family #flowers #love

A smitten smile unexpectedly shot across my face, and I quickly hid it as best I could–purely out of habit. Will Stephens doesn’t get smitten smiles. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It’s the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think. ↗

— Laura Miller

#contemporary-romance #love #my-butterfly #love

On an exhausted field, only weeds grow. ↗

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

#field #grow #only #weeds

if my name was on a serious work like this it would never get fair treatment. They would all say I had tried to be funny and failed. ↗

— Jerome K. Jerome

#weeds #funny

Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#friends #garden #inspirational #motivational #weeds

You’re much too beautiful for tears. ↗

— Laura Miller

#butterfly-weeds #love #beauty