Psppspspspps. She Is Very Cute And So Fun To Talk To. I Swear On Laura Lee

psppspspspps. she is very cute and so fun to talk to. i swear on laura lee

allie is that maya hawke quote abt how she would get pages long of dialogue for robin in st and the writers wld be like 'no dw ur gonna say it in 30 seconds'

@unpossession, @undoctrine

        hand in hand with willow, she flutters through atmosphere of the after party, giggling and chattering with everyone she meets, distraction flowing like a stream, and she never pulls away from the current of it. willow's gentle reminders of what allie had promised to the air moments ago- after willow, herself had met up with ben -were the only things that kept her afloat, kept her from getting lost. or, at least, too lost. the feeling of not knowing is one she loves too much to let go of, forever. they find him by the bar, allie squealing and bounding towards him, never letting go of willow's hand until she nearly jumps to throw her arms around him. " found you! look, lo lo! we found him! "

“ appleyed. ”

🌿                                            𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.    𝐢𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐚  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭  to  she  who  has  been  rooted  for  so  long.      (    maybe  in  the  life  she  cannot  remember  she  had  feet  instead  of  roots.    the  topic  breaches  an  ache  in  her  ribs  that  warns  of  a  lesson  learned  already,    even  if  she  cannot  remember  what  that  lesson  was.    andromeda  supposes  it  is  instinct  :    she  should  flinch  from  a  fire,    she  should  not  be  far  from  the  earth,    she  should  always  be  polite  to  new  trees.    )      she  sidles  through  the  woods  after  the  other  girl.    she  is  flighty  like  a  small  bird,    andromeda  thinks  as  her  eyes  watch  her  friend  scramble  through  wild  bushes  and  misshapen  stones.    it  is  something  like  watching  a  young  doe  learn  where  feet  do  and  do  not  belong.          “  you  should  mind  the  tricks.    they  are  not always  affectionate.  ”          andromeda  soundlessly  follows,    listening  to  the  delicate  hoots  of  the  nighttime  birds.      (    andromeda  is  thankful  they  do  not  turn  off  their  song  in  her  presence.    they  understand  she  is  shaped  like  a  girl,    but  the air shifts when she steps  among  her  earthen  throne.    )      a  thin  sigh  is  exhaled  at  the  girl’s  response.    only  the  young  think  themselves  so  irrefutable,    so  indisposable.          “  yes,    yes,    i’m  comin’.    at  least  look  where  you’re  goin’.    the  vines  don’t  like  to  be  crunched  on.  ”

        " i know! i'm careful! i just- i just- i have to go. i dunno', i can feel it. i have to. " suddenly, she bends, and then half-falls to her knees, humming and her fingers searching, padding across the ground as the bare skin of her knees presses into the dirt. she feels the roots, the seedlings beneath, it feels alive, so alive. the closer she pushes, the closer it feels, though not as if she hadn't already. the fairy girl feels the green wrap around her hands, and allie smiles, beaming and bright. " oh, annie, can you hear them? can you feel them? they don't want to trick us! not really! it's just fun, it's just- it's just silly! " she giggles, and she, gently, pulls her hands from the ground, whispering goodbyes to her friends beneath. then, just as sudden as she had fallen, she shoots up like a stalk, taking andromeda's hand in hers. " can't you feel it? we have to go! " allie tugs on her hand, she can feel the build of a run in her legs, she just has to go, she has to go. the idea of going back to the cottage, now, seems impossible.

I think about this all the time.

sweet baby angel :)