i picked these flowers yesterday bc we celebrated my birthday (which is in a month) early, so my sister and i went to a farm and picked blackberries for the dessert and flowers bc they’re beautiful. i can kinda smell them again
and if this setup is at all indicative that my mom’s a sweet little lady who is 4’10 has a charming cottage core aesthetic, and has said that lesbian relationships sound really great but she regrettably doesn’t want to have sex with a woman then you’d be right.
i think it was v autistic of me to write her name Ann and not Mom on that little heart pillow i sewed for her when i was a child
