I am madly in love with you/want to show how much I appreciate you by ripping some lovely, content, LIVING thing viciously out of its natural surrounding, killing it, dumping it in a vase like a mummy on show and giving it to you. Don’t you like the dead, withering present I gave you!? It’s pretty right, but not for long because within two days it will wilt and depress the f*ck out of you. You’re welcome. Does this mean I think flowers represent love, beautiful from afar not to be tampered with and a sensation that is fleeting? Maybe, put likes ignore that will we stare at these rotting leaves that I could have easily brought you outside to show you. The bees will never get this flower mwhahaha. Let’s watch them die in this vase together *hug*.