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I LOVE PURPLE AND YOU BETTER TOO 🔪💜

It was 2012 [How the heck is 2012 eight years ago? Also, didn't the world end back then?]. My DS Lite [remember when that was a thing?] died just after a few months of using it. Not surprising as it was most likely second-hand. My uncle felt bad and asked me if I wanted another DS.

I did. I asked for another DS Lite and not some advanced model 'cause I didn't wanna burden him. My words fell on deaf ears as he bought me a 3DS instead. I did not complain. I was ecstatic to get a hold of it. My uncle then said, "Sorry. I couldn't get the red or blue one. Only purple was available."

Pfft, wth is that 'sorry' for? Red and blue are so generic and plain [If you like red/blue, however, I respect your choice]. 

Tbh, purple is where it's truly at. 

I just can't pinpoint when my love for purple began. Ever since I was birthed into this beautiful cruel world by my mother, I just naturally chose purple as my go-to colour. There's just something about it I love. It's actually a crime that my room isn't purple. But again, I wouldn't have the ability to leave my lair if that were the case.


Purple simply exudes class. It emanates royalty. I mean, what's not to like about it? In my opinion, these three lines I have just put forward form a compelling argument and if you're still not convinced, hate to break it to you but, you're beyond repair. 

INTERMISSION: Bless your eyes with these purple hearts for the time being: 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 

I often associate purple with December [AKA my birthday month]. It's all because of this particular plant [which I love more than most people] whose flowers bloom every year-end. If it ain't obvious enough, those flowers are not you're overrated roses. They're deep purple beauties. Since I was 4 years old, I've called it the December Flower. Every December, if I happen to walk that way, I just can't help but turn my head and feast my eyes on those flowers. Totally not weird.

Y'all have a reason to be jealous of that plant as well 'cause it appeared in a frickin' movie. I'm not kidding. 

The movie was released last year and it's a Telugu film called Ninu Veedani Needanu Nene [or Kannaadi in Tamil]. 

Click the video below to see a part of the film where two people do some intimate stuff literally RIGHT NEXT TO MY INNOCENT DECEMBER FLOWER.




Yup, they kiss. Really? RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY PLANT?

Also, I will not disclose where exactly the plant is in the clip for privacy reasons [as asked by the plant themself].

Now, getting back to purple. I have a special message:

I know a lot of people don’t like purple, but for those who DO, y'all are the epitome of taste. You will BEAT natural selection while the others die off. You ARE the dominant race. You WILL live a long and fulfilled life. Thank you for your great contributions to this Earth.

More purple hearts 'cause why not? ðŸ’œðŸ’œðŸ’œðŸ’œðŸ’œðŸ’œðŸ’œ 
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