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Okay first of all I love Cat King, queer icon fr but also it’s driving me insane that he gave Edwin a lily because aren’t lilies like super poisonous to cats lol and it’s driving me bonkers actually,, idk it just won’t leave my brain cat king my dude don’t give ur crush poison please (I know lilies aren’t poison to Edwin but stiLL)
(I actually really loved their goodbye but I also did experience fear for a moment, straight up thought cat king was about to perish)
Idk if anyone else noticed this or cares but I Do.
Spring with the burn of the Sun that gets lost in the wintry winds of the shade, the bloom of a million flowers from the cracked earth of the desolate days of the past, the renewal of life and spirit, the wandering feet changing paths enchanted by the bounty of nature, the hope that germinates from the ruins of past, the crunch of fallen yellow leaves beneath my boots, the green of budding leaves that dominate the pupil of the eye, the time for choosing between cold coffee (probable cold and cough) and hot lemon tea (probable burn of the throat), the joys of laying on the lawn with grass sticking to hoddies that would bid farewell soon (unless you're weird enough to wear 'em in summer cause HOODIES duh), the lazy lay in sun cause cats do have a lot in common with humans...
Just perhaps, they were soulmates with the same ending.
A small extension to my last blog:
At that wedding I met the groom’s mother. I had made my half-sister a pastel drawing of two lilies intertwined, to symbolize peace and purity and harmony in their new lives. I laid it on the gift table and she walked up to me and said, “Is this yours?” and I said yes. She told me it was beautiful, stunning, and to keep doing what I’m doing. Keep doing what I’m doing. That interaction pops into my mind every time I am in a rut and can’t think of anything worth painting or making. So even if it’s ugly, even if you hate it, even if it’s silly or simple, keep doing what you’re doing.
There’s something about them, something so astonishingly different, yet they mean the same on a grandeur spectrum. The flowers given to me verses the flowers I gave to him which culminates the same desires at the end of the day. I am lost in translation when I see these pictures and think of the things that I prayed for, so deeply yet so patiently that I manifested unknowingly.
“I love lilies. Blue lilies but they are so hard to find…”
Were the words that he told me the moment I asked him what he adores the most. It took me a while to make his vision my reality and I am so happy how it turned out.
I know his admiration and love for Vincent Van Gogh, and how he collects every little piece that he finds that resonates with the artist. Because of his biased nature for Vincent’s aesthetics and of course his love for lilies, I crocheted Starry Night themed lily bouquet for him, with two sunflowers that resonates the moon and frame of the painting.
I know he will love this more than anything and I hope to make him smile just the way he will when see these flowers I made for him.
Asiatic Lilies-- courtesy of my wife's green thumb!