#lowe

I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it. ↗

— Carolyn MacCullough

#halloween #magick #samhain #witches #mac

We were in such good moods, we even decided to hit Todd's house for candy. Sam rang the doorbell, and when it opened, this hideous, rubber monster face roared at us. Sam screamed. Todd started laughing and took off the mask. I yelled, "Put it back on! Put it back on! Your hideousness is terrifying!" Todd did a fake yuk-yuk-yuk at my joke. "What are you guys supposed to be? Is it Prom Night Massacre or something?" Sam sighed at Todd's obvious stupidity. "We're zombie princesses, Todd. Can't you tell?" She stuck her arms straight out in front of her and said, "BRAINS! BRAINS!" I patted Sam on the head and said, "Sorry, Sam. You're wasting your time with this one. ↗

— Kristin Walker

#humor #sarcasm #humor

Instead of putting flowers in books to flatten them you can use a brick. ↗

— Nicole McKay

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #flowers

To be, or not to be: what a question! ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#faust #funny #humor #marlowe #philosophical-humor

In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn’t mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#cemetery #death #drama #family #fiction

All my life, I always fail to grow flowers. I tried roses, my favorite, but they died. Whenever I see flowers and gardens beautifully designed...I just feel the sense of their beauty. At least I have the chance to touch and see as looking simply is free. Perhaps, I can't really grow them on earth so I will try to plant them in my mind and in my thoughts. They will have eternal life in there...forever! ↗

— Sofia Ann

#gardens #grow #beauty

Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#death #drama #family #flowers #love

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there. ↗

— Francis Thompson

#love #nature-writing #summer #love

Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of adversity overtakes us, and when summer friends have deserted us. ↗

— Henrietta Dumont

#love

I believe in roses. Oh God, yes! I do believe in roses! And I believe in lots and lots and lots of them, too! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#happiness #inspirational-quotes #roses #inspirational