My dad regularly cuts roses for mother and displays them inside our home at around this time of year, and they look absolutely lovely. Until they wither and die and their colours fade from luscious tones of deep pinks and delicate creams to brown.
A 23-year-old feminist and science student based in Melbourne, intrigued by personal style and inspired by moodboards. Email me: pentlandadele@gmail.com
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