
Helen Lee Worthing, Ziegfeld (& birthday) girl, by Alfred Cheney Johnston, 1920

Dead Flowers by Dani.California on Flickr.

Irina Ionesco
(Source: leblogdesovena, via lastdreamofjesus)
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“Flowers” by Rozz Williams.
This is my favorite sad story
Forget me not, or I’ll forget myself
I’ve got a few things that I’m afraid of
Sometimes I—I just can’t face myself
This is my favorite sad story
Forget me not, or I’ll forget myself
I guess I’ll just tuck myself away tonight
You know it’s been one of those days
Every pretty flower
Every lovely flower
Every deadly flower
Hides its life inside of shame
I do not know why you don’t know
I cannot reap what you have sown
Beneath this blanket of loose soil
Wrapped around my mortal coil
Well, a stem is not a rose
But that’s how my garden grows
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Mistaking poison for disease
Now it’s all shot to Hell and back again
I seek redemption for the same old sin
And I fall on my knees
I pray that all the poppies they—
They will just fade away
But fields of poppies they remain
And that’s how they found me last time, deadThis is my favorite sad story
Forget me not, or I’ll forget myself
I’ve got quite a few things that I’m afraid of
Sometimes I—I just won’t face myself