Justonesadlonelymoth - ~Just A Sad Moth~

Flower Shop Friend - A short story <3

The bell tinkled as the front door was opened. “Hey, helloooo? Is anyone in here? Helloooo?” First customer of the day, let’s do this. I plastered on a smile as I walked into the front of my little shop. “Hey, welcome to the Watering Can. How can I help you?” “How do I say fuck you in flower?” I stopped short, the flowers I was arranging falling onto the counter. “I- uhh- what?” “How do I say fuck you in flower? My girlfriend- I mean… ex-girlfriend I guess- anyway I just found out she’s been sleeping with my brother, and she doesn’t know I know yet. She’s like, super allergic to flowers and I want to break up wit her in style. So, I was wondering, how do I say fuck you in flower?” “Oh, uhh… right ok well, I suppose you would need a combination of geraniums to symbolize stupidity,” I walked out from around the counter and over to the buckets on the wall, grabbing one of each flower to show them. “foxgloves for insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations to say that they’ve disappointed you-“ “I suppose I’ll need quite a few of them then,” they cut in, smiling grimly. “Lastly, some orange lilies to symbolize hatred.” I handed them the small bouquet. “Fantastic, I knew you would have something. Can I add dahlias? I bought her a bouquet of them once and quickly found out that she utterly hates them. It would really top off the message, you know?” Handing them the pink flower, they smiled at me. “Where did you learn to make this bouquet? Surely you don’t get many people in here with the same request?” I grabbed more of the flowers and walked back to the counter, grabbing out some red tissue paper. “Oh you know, I’m a florist. I speak flower.” I began arranging the flowers, trimming away the stems but leaving on the thorns. I stopped and looked up at them, wondering how someone would ever want to cheat on such an attractive face. I looked down and busied my hands as I said “Maybe… maybe after you go give your girlfriend this bouquet I could teach you a little more about them…?” I looked up after a second of silence. They looked as flustered as I felt. “Or not, I mean, I understand if it would be weird but like I just thought- “ “Sounds cool. I never thought flowers could be so intricate.” I handed them the bouquet, now arranged and tied up in the tissue paper. It really was a striking bunch. “Yeah most people just think they’re pretty. I um-“ I blushed a little as I punched the numbers into the register. “I put a small card just under the paper for you… its for you not her, just to clarify.” I watched as they picked up the flowers and thanked me and walked out the door. As they shut it behind them, they turned and smiled, waving a little. And that, is how I met my soulmate.

ok but please tell me I'm not the only one who feels like everyone around them is getting everything they ever dreamed of while you just sit there... like, your best friend falls in love, gets the job they've always wanted, has a perfect family relationship, while you just sit there... nobody wants to talk to you, you're broke and unemployed, you never see your family... I can't be the only one who feels like they're never going to feel requited love

Baking and Mental Health

Does anyone else have times when you've been stuck in bed for like, a week, or just like have no energy, but then you just think..

I should go make a three tiered, red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and a mouse layer

Like, I've been feeling so freaking gross and tired recently, I've barely been myself, but today I just... got up and made meringues?

It's always something extravagant that I wanna make, or meringues (something I know how to make with my eyes closed)

Idk prolly just me

<3

He died as he had lived: jacking off into the eyes of a tyrannosaurus