When I was a kid, a very quiet girl from my school who I kind-of sort-of knew brought me a bundle of lavender, carefully wrapped in butcher paper and tied with a string. She said she’d thought of me that morning and picked it on her parents’ farm. This hasn’t come to mind in years, but I remembered it today and I’m startled by the kindness of it now, that someone who hardly knew me thought of me, and picked me lavender.
The sapphic energy in this is so strong
Holy fuck she gave you a flower and you didn’t ask her out or anything like that?
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