will you send me flowers?

"Can I have her address?
I will send her flowers. dozens.
real ones, and paper ones, and pictures of ones."



/postsecret

because in the end, we're all just a bunch of self-obsessed idiots

its a habit born out of obsession. or perhaps the obsession breed my habit. i keep tugging at this thread, willing it to unravel the scarf of my anxiety.
maybe someday i'd have no reason to say no, because i'd be finally, finally sure.