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Pescatorea : iconographie des orchidées /par J. Linden… avec la collaboration de mm. J.E. Planchon, m. G. Reichenbach, G. Luddemann.
By: Linden, Jean Jules, - Lüddemann, G. - Planchon, Jules-Emile, - Reichenbach, H. G.
Publication info: Bruxelles :M. Hayez,1860.
Contributed by: Missouri Botanical Garden, Peter H. Raven Library
BHL Collections: Missouri Botanical Garden’s Orchid Folios
A botanical image of the poisonous tree English Yew.
Every part of the tree is toxic due to it’s taxine alkaloids, although the fruit and seeds are the most poisonous part. Consumption of this tree can lead to symptoms, including dizziness, dry mouth, dilation of the pupils, weakness, an irregular heart rhythm and possibly death.
if there’s anything i’ve learned from this year it’s that you can pretend to be happy every single day and people still won’t like you. You can smile. You can tell jokes. You can hug people and pick them up when they’re down and give everyone who gives you a chance your all and even then— they’ll turn around, they’ll shut the door, and they’ll ignore you. For some reason people don’t want sincerity. They don’t want unconditional love. If you pick them up, they won’t see the need to do the same. If there’s anything I’ve learned from this year it’s that no matter what, people will say one thing and do another. They’ll talk about you behind your back. No matter how old they are, no matter how supposedly mature they are, it’ll happen. And you just have to suck it up and move on. And the worst part is— I don’t understand why and I don’t understand what I’ve done. After thirteen years of schooling, I still don’t understand why people will cry on your shoulder one day and snub you the next, tell you their darkest secrets and still not want to be their for you. It doesn’t make any sense. And I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it. I hate that i can’t do anything about it. I hate that I can’t get through to anyone. I hate that I can try my hardest not to bullshit anyone and still be shoved into a pile of shit the next time I turn around.