She laughed again, glancing down at the thorn now dripping blood, as if he couldnt be more obvious. Instead she asked him if he wanted to light dandelions with them. He paused. Another fit of laughter. "You've never lit dandelions?" she asked, then picked a huge white flower off the ground and lit it. It burst above into one of the brilliant strobes he had seen earlier. They began picking them in bunches and throwing them lit into the night sky. The white ones disappearing in flashes of light and the yellow ones popping loudly and drifting into hazes of smoke in the moonlight.20 favorites on "RyeAndAir". that amazes me.
Okay.
I've been really happy lately.
(knock on wood)A lot of things have been going right.
I'm sick of anyone that makes me wish I was worse than sick.
(if you get it)I still want something to happen.
But its not a big deal at all.
So just...
Cross your fingers for me.
I'll make some eyelash wishes for you.
Throw me some looks that say
"her smiles actually really nice"
..now that she's stopped.</sup>