I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

buckybuns:

natasha
azalea, nightshade, tiger lily

sam
bird of paradise, delphinium, zinnia

for the anon who asked if i was doing more (x), and visardist who suggested zinnias for sam (x) – i decided to add more variety for sam just because, while sticking to comic book falcon colours for the zinnias.

for natasha: azaleas for temperance and passion (apparently sending a bouquet of azaleas was quite a known death threat as azaleas are actually toxic), nightshade (as anon suggested) as its other name is belladona such that nat is as deadly as she is beautiful, and tiger lilies for her passion and feminity. 

for sam: because the bird of paradise looks akin to a colourful bird in flight- that is what sam is: distinctive and spectacular, blue delphiniums for loyalty and levity, zinnias for goodness and constancy/lasting affection.

[society6flower crowns for steve and bucky]

buckybuns:

buckybuns:

Steve
astra, forget-me-notstar of bethleham

Bucky
sunflower, daffodil

I wanted to make some flower crowns but I’m not very good with drawing or painting them- I’m sorry. forget-me-nots because it’s about enduring love and faith, star of bethleham because “illuminating” (and star), and astra is another symbol for star (lol), plus a talisman of love. daffodils because of forgiveness and its tenacity to return after the harshest of winter, and sunflowers because of its radiance and ability to lift spirits – though perhaps sunflowers would always be more true of pre-ws bucky. my original idea was to paint dead flowers for bucky but that would have been really, really dark.

[flower crowns for nat and sam]