As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.
toriumi asked:
peony, tulip, primrose & violet!


Peony (What is your favorite hot beverage?)
I like most hot beverages - it’s a toss up between tea, coffee and hot Milo!

Tulip (For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?)
Not a big birthday cake person, but it’s usually chocolate mud cake.

Primrose (Favorite kind of soup)
I don’t quite like the creamy Western soups. My favourite is probably chicken soup - the clear type with Chinese herbs and stuff in it. I also like ginger and clam soup (xiong tong la la soup yum) as well as this spicy Sichuan soup with pickled zha cai in it! AHHH

Violet (Do you like where you’re from)
HAHA TRICK QUESTION i have issues with my country and i candidly admit to problematic issues there but I LOVE MY COUNTRY TALK SHIT GET HIT END OF STORY

collabels asked:
foxglove, callalily, azalea!!

Foxglove (Name three facts about your family?)

Calla Lily (If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?)
UH nothing comes to mind really. But for maximum tear-jerking effect probably 珍重再见!

Azalea (What’s a movie you cried while watching?)
In recent memory: Departures (Okuribito)! I’ve already seen the movie but my sister and I couldn’t resist when it screened at the Japanese embassy and it was in a small room with 50 people so we were all very weepy towards the end.

cute flower questions

Gansey (as requested by jsmileybug)

Instead of answering, Ronan asked, “Do you not want me to come?” Something stuck in Gansey’s chest. “I would take all of you anywhere with me.”


Blue & Gansey

He called Blue.
He pressed his eyes closed. Just the sound of her voice, the Henrietta lull to it, made him feel uneven and shattered.


She called Gansey.
"Blue?" he said.
Just his voice. Her heart tethered itself. Not completely, but enough to stop quivering so much. She closed her eyes.


“In English,” Professor Austin said, “a double negative forms a positive. However, in some languages, such as Russian, a double negative remains a negative. But there isn’t a single language, not one, in which a double positive can express a negative.”

A voice from the back of the room piped up, “Yeah, right.”

Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, we build our sanctuaries and our prisons out of them, and to be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra or sea ice. To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put yourself in their story, or to figure out how to tell their story. Which means that a place is a story, and stories are geography, and empathy is first of all an act of imagination, a storyteller’s art, and then a way of traveling from here to there.
— Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby (via doskapozora)