To love a rose is to understand it's thorns,
to love is to understand flaw,
the rose may never bloom in front of you,
but long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else cared.
❣️
(so.. i read or heard somewhere before that a contest winning rose requires a little blood, usually animal blood in it's soil, don't know if it's true or false but in my head it made the thorns make sm more sense) <3