they’re one of my mother’s favorite flowers, and her house is filled with them. they require meticulous care and they only bloom once a year. she’s taken my sister and I to exhibits of Mapplethorpe’s photographs, and I developed a real love for their transient beauty. they always remind me of my mom and the type of woman I hope to one day be
irises have sort of been a recurrent motif in my life i guess. every spring they blossom in front of my building in our communal pots. i think they’re so lovely because their shape is quite unique. when i was little my mom also used to wear an iris perfume which i looooved (which i now got for myself). i also have tattoos of irises which i drew hihi 🤗
no matter how big or small my moms backyard is she always has flowers (roses, sunflowers, hydrangeas etc you name it!)
flower remind me of her and she reminds me of home (Moved a lot growing up so nothing was really that permanent except her and my siblings)
i do not need to start a podcast
i do not need to start a substack
my tits are regular sized
my hair is perfectly healthy and i should keep bleaching it
i know how to talk and i am normal
