Filtered spring water with a spritz of organic fertilizer.
I love being adored and celebrated for my inherent beauty – both inside and out.
My carefully cultivated look makes every other flower in the garden of style look like a weed by comparison. It isn’t as if they are lacking in color, but their arrangement appears merely budding when planted next to my full bloom of fashion.
I have an adoring maggot that is die-rling as both pet and accessory.
You want to know what rots my roots? Bad service and the thin-skinned monsters who provide it. If you can’t get it right, then don’t lose your leaves when I express dissatisfaction.
I believe there’s nothing so wonderful as the sound of my own melodic voice, but there are many who feel that perhaps their voices are equally important. I have spent many years pondering this and yet still see little merit in that argument.