I want thorns on my roses. Accepting both the good and the bad in myself. That is how I am made. That is how I shall stay. Nothing more, nothing less.
The thorns add to the charm of the roses. Without it, beauty will be sterile.
I want thorns on my roses. Accepting both the good and the bad in myself. That is how I am made. That is how I shall stay. Nothing more, nothing less.
The thorns add to the charm of the roses. Without it, beauty will be sterile.
You’ve got a point there… >.>
But what if someone isn’t giving you roses? If you were being given irises or lilies, say, would you expect someone to break off some thorns from a rosebush and glue them on to the flower-stems?
Certainly a MEMORABLE bouquet, that way. :3