a letter.

dear monkeysalwayslook,

please, please, pretty please stop tempting me with these gorgeous things. i love them. i can barely resist them. but unfortunately, i tend to kill them. you remember the rotting string of dying pus balls i produced earlier this year, don't you? oh how i want this one. i'm almost whining. (okay, the "almost" part isn't true.) sigh. stomp. pout.

love, my black thumb

ps. i didn't know these bloomed! i suppose they have to be alive for that to happen?

{see more of monkey's gorgeous things here.}