just a bit of summertime magic.

dear reader,

you know what looks really magical to me?

something that looks as though it is straight out of a fairytale?

these little white fuzzy things that look like dandelion fluff flying around in the air! when they’re all gathered, and just blissfully floating in the breeze. it looks so dreamlike ❤ i feel like they are tiny fairies, or lost wishes, or pieces of old memories, or other precious things you could capture and keep in jars (but that are much more beautiful when set free~) i feel like i should chase them or something. and they’ll lead me to a place. a place where wishes come true* haha.

googling them up led me to these:
http://www.fitsugar.com/All-Fluff-Your-Seasonal-Allergies-303967
http://www.mnn.com/local-reports/illinois/local-blog/airborne-fluff-the-cottonwood-tree
http://www.abundantnature.com/2012/06/fuzzy-white-flying-bugs.html

whatever they may be, aren’t they just magical? ❤

the image of them all floating in the air brings up pretty, magical pictures like these in my head, so:

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okay, that’s all for now. :3

love,

– rain.

*oh, just a Clannad reference 😛

 

OH. sources for the images:
http://lilium.tumblr.com/
http://usernameisbeingused.tumblr.com/
http://hellyeskingdomhearts.tumblr.com/

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novel excerpt. “i thought too much, and did too little”

i was always a serious child
i thought too much, and did too little
and stuck to the safety nets of swings and sandcastles while other kids braved through monkey bars and climbing the trees on the playground

i watched a lot of movies, and read a lot of books, so
i saw things differently, in my head
i was the lead role, and i had a special purpose
“the chosen one”
this weird little self-indulgent, yet oh so common theme in fiction
and i fed right into it

thinking i could control the weather, and seeing magical trees where there was lightposts
breathing life into inanimate objects
and believing a swing could teach me to fly

i had alternate names and identities
and thought fame was something worth attaining
little did i know

reality was always much too mundane, is always too mundane
and i loved seeing colours where there was only grey, and feeling like the wind in my hair
was there just to kiss my cheeks and brighten my day