... buuuuut that footage of the giant phantom jellyfish comes close too.

— it’s either something mundane for space standards, cosmic unknown horrors, cosmic horrors or the most breathtaking thing you’ll ever see in your life.

thorn. they also expose adults in their lies or secrets way too easily. my cousin’s kid just blurts out their business constantly every time other people are around her

— his strumming to slow and fade into their final notes, manicured nails tapping delicately to her exposed knee.

”not bad, you’ve improved. are you going to make this into a song for your little band?”

— her right out of her thoughts, clutching fingers tightening around the tulip’s long, green stalk. it’s different from the stuff he used to play for her before — probably having more time to experiment and fine-tune. she does the same thing with photography, to be totally fair.

she waits for —

— she has to wonder what she even saw in him then, but reminds herself that she would need to compare past self as well to be fair. vapid, popularity-obsessed haley, filling the void that her parents and their many trips left with her friends and short-lived flings and romances.

the tune jerks —