Tag: my poor heart

yukinojowifey1:

eori-namo:

in the language of flowers, orange roses mean “confession of first love”
and blue roses mean “impossible” , so

“Good bye, my first love”.

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“No, dear, ray, don’t let me go away from you!

I want to be with you”

Another flower meaning of blue roses is “a miracle”

@calypsomuse

aelin:

“leave this world… a better place than how you found it.”

and as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, i understood why the suriel had come to help me, again and again. not just for kindness… but because it was a dreamer.

and it was the heart of a dreamer that had ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.