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Angel’s Water or Angel Water

The term “Angel Water” may refer either to Jordan River Water, or to an eighteenth-century love potion. This, the most popular version of Angel Water and the one indicated in this book, began as a sixteenth-century complexion remedy before evolving into a love potion and a popular aphrodisiac 200 years later. Its name may derive from those angels who seduced the “daughters of man” with magic lessons in the Book of Genesis.

The crucial ingredient, the one that cannot be replaced if this is to be considered true Angel Water, is myrtle, a small tree native to North Africa and the Mediterranean coast, considered sacred to Aphrodite, whose name inspired the term “aphrodisiac.”

In legend, when Aphrodite first emerges naked from the sea, she is clothed in myrtle leaves.

The basic formula consists of:

  • Myrtle
  • Orange blossoms (Neroli)
  • Rose

Myrtle is the predominant material. It is substantially less expensive than the other ingredients. Many versions of Angel’s Water contain only myrtle. The terms “Myrtle Water” or “Water of Venus” is sometimes used synonymously for Angel’s Water.

The simplest method of creation is via hydrosols. This may be best if Angel’s Water is to serve as a philter. Homemade floral waters may also be used, as well as infusions of fresh and dried leaves and flowers. Home-grown roses may be preferable to those of florists because of the massive amounts of pesticides used on commercially grown roses. All the basic ingredients are available in the form of essential oils

Angel’s Water is typically used externally:

  • Add to a bath: allegedly the greater the quantities of Angel’s Water, the greater the erotic impact
  • Blend with alcohol to create a liniment for purposes of massage: administered this way, (and presumably if it’s a good massage) Angel’s Water reputedly inspires erotic thoughts in even the coldest woman
  • Angel’s Water may also be used as a love potion, in which case make sure that all materials are safe for consumption

Myrtle-based Angel’s Water was used throughout Europe and the British Isles. There is also a Spanish formula, used for romantic and cleansing spells. This version’s basic formula consists of angelica, lavender, rose, and trefoil.

(from The Element Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells by Judika Illes)

There's No Hope For Us Now

Note: OH BOY I AM NOT SORRY

Special thanks to @linmanuclmiranda for all the help she provided. You’re a doll, Kate! ❤️

Sequel for Helpless to Hopeless

Word Count: 2384

Warnings: angst, homophobia, arranged marriages, maybe swearing somewhere

Tags: @secretschuylersister @queerenbian @steiiarrs


Finally, you found your voice. “I- what?” You muttered, dropping your skirts from your hands. You chose to dig your fingernails into your palms, the pain clearing your head. You knew that if you weren’t careful, you could split small half circles into your palm.

“May I speak with my daughter? Alone?” You balked. The question was already a view of your future– asking permission to drag you away from this man.

“Of course,” Thomas granted, and your father pulled you away.

“Y/N, I’m making a choice for your benefit-”

“It would not benefit me to be married to this– this man!” You exclaimed.

“You have given me no choice. You will be married to Mr Jefferson, and you will not complain.”

“You cannot force me,” you said, confidence flooding you. Angelica had arrived– Eliza was not with her, but Angelica had always been there for the both of you. “I am grown.”

“You are still a child, and I am your father– You will give me the respect I deserve, Y/N.”

“You will get my respect once you earn it– and you are far from earning it.” You stared at Angelica, hoping your eyes cast your desperate need for help to her well enough.

“How dare you speak to me in this way?” Your silent cry for help seemed to become known to Angelica. She began to hurry over, keeping her head down. “Are you listening to me?” Your father exclaimed, and your gaze snapped back to his eyes.

“I-”

“Y/N?” Angelica asked, standing beside you and your father.

“Angelica, thank god someone who understands,” you said, turning to her gratefully. To your horror, she recoiled, and you pulled your hands back into your chest.

“I’m not here for you,” she whispered, and took a series of small steps backwards, toward your father. “I love my sister more than anything in this life, and you are not good for her.” Each of her words hit you like punches, knocking the air out of your lungs. “This time, I must side with your father, Y/N.” you looked her in the eye, desperately hoping for any chance that she was lying to you. You could find none.

“I-”

“Maybe Angelica can finally talk some sense into you,” your father said. He whispered something in Angelica’s ear, before walking away to engage Thomas Jefferson in conversation again.

“Come with me, Y/N,” Angelica said, wrapping a strong hand around your arm and pulling you outside. Once she felt as though she was a safe distance away from the ballroom, she let go of your arm.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing she said. “I know very little about what has happened, but what I do know is that I had to agree with him if we were to get anywhere-”

“Angelica, don’t-”

“No, listen.” She put a finger to her lips, indicating that you should be quiet. “I said it earlier– I love my sister more than anything in this life. And I would choose her happiness over mine. Every. Time,” Angelica said, her eyes glittering. “Right now, she is not happy.”

“And you know my father is the cause of that?”

She nodded. “I also know that I have never seen her happier in her life than she was these past couple of weeks. And I know it was because of you, Y/N.”

“What has Mr Schuyler done about this?” You were half-afraid to ask, but you knew it needed to be said. You tightened your lips, already fearing the reply.

Angelica’s jaw clenched. She was silent for several moments. “Eliza has not been allowed to leave the house. She has been locked away in her room, Peggy and I have been the only ones visiting her.”

You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself and gripping at your shoulderblades. You wanted so badly to drift away, be anywhere else but here.

“Y/N?” Angelica’s voice broke you out of your mind.

“What do we do now?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper. Angelica was quiet, and her silence made you want to open your eyes even less.

“Hope,” she finally said, and you wanted to laugh at the sound of the word.


Angelica lead you back inside, instructing you that the only way to get anywhere was to stay quiet and accept the criticism and orders. You argued with her, until finally you gave in, knowing that your only chance to see Eliza would lie in gaining the trust of your father back.

You spotted your father with Thomas Jefferson across the ballroom, and you began to approach them before Angelica grabbed you by your elbow, pulling you back.

“I meant to give you this. Eliza wrote it.” You grabbed the letter from her hand, tucking it into your dress.

“Thank you, Angelica.” You turned away from her, tossing your head back and taking a deep breath. Finally, you began to approach your father and Jefferson, resisting the urge to gnaw on your bottom lip.

“Ah, Y/N, my dearest.” Thomas took your hand, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. You allowed him to grasp your hand until he decided to drop it. Your fingernails found the small, curved lines that had been left in your palm earlier, from the same action. You let your nails dig into the same spots, the pain anchoring you.

“Did Angelica manage to talk some sense into you?” Your father questioned.

“Yes,” You started, and licked your lips. “I-I do believe that, with time, I could come to be happy with Mr Jefferson.” You blatantly avoided saying the word love. The one and only person you loved in the world was lost to you.

Your father smiled at you, the first genuine smile you had seen him wearing since before he discovered the letters in your room. Wait, You thought. How did he know the letters were there?

You father never invaded your bedroom– he had long held the belief that every person deserves their own space to truly be them. Your bedroom was that space, and your father never would have invaded that.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Thomas asked, and you turned to him. You opened your mouth, then closed it again.

“I-I think,” you broke off. “I think that I need a moment.” You turned, hurrying away from your father. You had begun to feel as though the ceiling and walls were closing in on you– crushing you, trapping you, suffocating you.

You pushed open a door, and you were instantly met with the sky. You exhaled. The sky would not crush you. There were no walls in the scenery.

The sun was beginning to set. Dark streaks of purple painted the sky, giving way to deep reds that dazzled the water, making it shift and blend with the deep blue that was unique to its waves. The sky was faded blue, almost a transparent gray, that made you feel as though you could reach through the sky itself and emerge on the other side with the girl that you loved. Safe and away from anyone that could hurt you or her.

But you could not do that, and if you turned around, you would be faced with the door that lead back into the house. A house where your unwanted fiancé waited for you, with your father who couldn’t love you and Eliza together.

You felt sick all over again, and all you wanted to do was return home and reject the world around you for as long as you could. You gathered your courage, remembering the letter tucked into your dress, and tried your best to ignore your growing nausea.

You pushed the door open, and located your father again. He was still with Jefferson, and the nausea roared. You had to get out of here without emptying the contents of your stomach onto the floor. You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath, hoping you were out of sight enough.

You weren’t.

“Y/N, me dearest, are you alright?” You heard Jefferson’s voice rise up in your mind. You let Angelica’s words drown him out. You knew you would have to reply, so you managed a vague nod and a muttered excuse, before shoving past him.

You grabbed at your fathers hand. “May we leave? I’ve begun to feel quite ill.” Your father looked at you– your pale face, your slightly shaking frame– and nodded. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders protectively, as if he could guard you from your own sickness.

He muttered a quick goodbye to George Washington, and you heard him wish you well, before you were rushed out of his home. You didn’t like the feelings of your fathers hands on your, even if they were protectively holding you in the way he always had. It did not erase the fact that those hands were used to rip up letters addressed to your, to throw them in a fire. As though they were worthless.

You did not realize that you had been walking until your father muttered something about almost being home. You nodded, not trusting your mouth. You were afraid that opening your mouth would mean screaming of sobbing or being sick.

You arrived home, and was instantly met by a worried looking Tessa. “Poor girl, I’ll take care of her,” she whispered to your father, before taking you by the arm gently and leading you upstairs to your room. She helped you undress and dress again in a nightgown, and gently brushed your hair.

“I’ll bring you something for your nausea,” Tessa told you, before hurrying off. You still felt lightheaded, and slightly sick– as though you are actually beginning to acquire an illness, and not as though it was a response to your panic.

Suddenly, you remembered the letter. You rushed to where you had undressed, and found it lying on the hard wooden floor. Thank god, you thought, before grabbing for it. You thought about opening it right away, but decided against it. You would need a better place to hide it than in your desk.

Tessa came back with tea, explaining that it was meant to help with nausea, and that she would scold you if you hadn’t drank some of it come morning. You laughed, and sent her away.

“Goodnight, Y/N. It’d be best to hide that letter from your father.” Her eyes flashed knowingly, and you smiled. Of course Tessa would know, there was hardly a going-on in this house that she missed.

“Thank you, Tessa. Sleep well.”

“You too, dear,” she said, before closing your door. You listened to her receding footsteps, before taking a sip of her tea. You didn’t like the taste– almost as though someone had dumped spices onto fruit– but you took another sip anyway. You set the cup back down, and looked at the letter in your other hand. You turned it around, taking in every detail of the envelope. The script that read your name– just your name, nothing else. You smiled. Of course Eliza would leave just your name, and the very Eliza-ness of the gesture made you want to laugh aloud.

Carefully, you opened the envelope, and removed the letter.

It was very long, just a page, but Eliza has written it. That made it as precious as gold, if not more. You unfolded it, hands shaking, and scanned the words.

I do not have much time to write, but this needs to be done anyway. I do not know if Angelica will tell you what my fate has become when she sees you next, but I will tell you here anyway. My father found out through yours. I have been locked away in my bedroom, and have only talked to my sisters in the time since he has found out. Angelica brings my meals to me everyday. In fact, she even snuck this paper and quill to me, as father took it all away. The point of this, is not to sadden you, it is to tell you of what my sisters and I have been discussing. We have been going over the possibilities of sneaking me out of the house while father is away, which will be another three weeks from the day you receive this letter. To get to the point, my love. I wish for you to run away with me. I know it is not an easy thing to contemplate, but please consider it.

All my love goes to you. Eliza

You wanted to cry. Of course you would run away from her, but how? You didn’t know.

You finally settled on hiding the letter beneath your mattress before settling onto it. You drank the remainder of Tessa’s tea, which was now cold, before closing your eyes and falling asleep almost immediately.


You woke up the next morning with a start. The sun was just beginning to rise, and if you were to guess, then breakfast would be ready in the next hour. You exhaled, and then smiled, remembering Eliza’s letter. Today you would contemplate how best to run away with her.

Tessa helped you dress after taking away the cup that had held your tea, and you hurried down to breakfast.

“Well, good morning Y/N,” your father said, smiling. “What’s got you so happy this morning?”

“Just a good dream,” you answered, then suddenly a thought crossed your mind. “Father, when am I to be married?”

“Oh, yes,” he set down his fork. “Two weeks and six days.”

You nodded, before realization gripped you. That was the day you were to run away with Eliza– how would you run if you were to be married? Surely your father would be watching your every move.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Your father asked. You must have looked as terrible as you suddenly felt. The world was almost spinning, your stomach turning, your heart aching.

“I-I’m suddenly not feeling too well,” you managed. “I believe I may be developing an illness.”

“I think you better rest, darling.” He called for Tessa, who escorted you back to your room. Once you were alone, only one thought was able to cross your mind.

There’s no hope for us now.

HERBAL SUBSTITUTIONS

When you can’t find the right ingredient, you can substitute the following herbs.
* As a basic guide use Rosemary for any other herb, Rose for any flower, either Frankincense or Copal for any gum resin and Tobacco for any poisonous herb. *

Acacia /Acacia Gum = Gum Arabic
Aconite = Tobacco
Arabic Gum = Frankincense, Gum Mastic, Gum Tragacanth (For Binding Wet Ingredients)
Ammoniac Gum = Asafetida
Asafetida = Tobacco, Valerian
Balm Of Gilead = Rose Buds, Gum Mastic
Bdellium , Gum = Copal, Pine Resin, Dragons Blood
Belladonna = Tobacco
Benzoin = Gum Arabic, Gum Mastic
Cachana = Angelica Root
Carnation = Rose Petals Anointed With A Few Drops Of Clove Oil
Cassia = Cinnamon
Castor Bean = A Few Drops Of Castor Oil
Cedar = Sandalwood
Cinquefoil = Clover, Trefoil
Citron = Equal Parts Of Orange Peel & Lemon Peel
Clove = Mace, Nutmeg
Clover = Cinquefoil
Copal = Frankincense, Cedar
Cowbane = Tobacco
Cypress = Juniper, Pine Needles
Deerstongue = Tonka Bean (Not For Internal Use), Woodruff, Vanilla
Dittany Of Crete = Gum Mastic
Dragons Blood = Equal Parts Of Red Sandalwood And Frankincense
Eucalyptus Oil = Camphor Oil, Lavender Oil
Euphorbium = Tobacco
Frankincense = Copal, Pine Resin
Galangal = Ginger Root
Grains Of Paradise = Black Pepper
Gum Ammoniac = Asafetida
Gum Bdellium = Copal, Pine Resin, Dragons Blood
Hellebore = Tobacco, Nettle
Hemlock = Tobacco
Hemp = Nutmeg; Damiana, Star Anise, Bay
Henbane = Tobacco
Hyssop = Lavender
Ivy = Cinquefoil
Jasmine = Rose
Juniper = Pine
Lavender = Rose
Lemongrass = Lemon Peel
Lemon Peel = Lemongrass
Lemon Verbena = Lemongrass, Lemon Peel
Mace = Nutmeg
Mandrake = Tobacco
Mastic Gum = Gum Arabic, Frankincense
Mint (Any Sort) = Sage
Mistletoe = Mint, Sage
Mugwort = Wormwood
Neroli Oil = Orange Oil
Nightshade = Tobacco
Nutmeg = Mace, Cinnamon
Oakmoss = Patchouli
Orange = Tangerine Peel
Orange Flowers = Orange Peel
Patchouli = Oakmoss
Peppermint = Spearmint
Pepperwort = Rue, Grains Of Paradise, Black Pepper
Pine = Juniper
Pine Resin = Frankincense, Copal
Red Sandalwood = Sandalwood Mixed With A Pinch Of Dragons Blood
Rose = Yarrow
Rose Geranium = Rose
Rue = Rosemary Mixed With A Pinch Of Black Pepper
Saffron = Orange Peel
Sandalwood = Cedar
Sarsaparilla = Sassafras
Sassafras = Sarsaparilla
Spearmint = Peppermint
Sulfur = Tobacco, Club Moss, Asafetida
Thyme = Rosemary
Tobacco = Bay
Tonka Bean = Vanilla
Trefoil = Cinquefoil
Valerian = Asafetida
Vanilla = Woodruff, Deerstongue, Tonka Bean
Vetivert = Calamus
Wolfsbane = Tobacco
Wood Aloe = Sandalwood Sprinkled With Ambergris Oil
Woodruff = Deerstongue, Vanilla
Wormwood = Mugwort

The Archeron Sisters
  • Some random guy: Take Mr. Archeron, the man is loaded, uh oh, but little does he know that his daughters Elain, Nesta, Feyre sneak into Prythian just to watch all their mates at
  • Nesta, Feyre and Elain: work work
  • Nesta: NESTA.
  • Nesta, Feyre and Elain: work work
  • Feyre: FEYRE!
  • Elain: And Elain!
  • Nesta, Feyre and Elain: the archeron sisters
Pearl’s Satisfied

Hey guys!  I mentioned a while ago that I did a rewrite of the song Satisfied for Pearl from Steven Universe, and I’ve decided to post it here!

For those of you that don’t know, the original song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-XgTDiyfk0

Instrumental/karaoke:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L53DTguiRTg

Now, for my rewrite!  It’s under a cut.

(first scene is at Rose and Greg’s wedding)

[Pearl]
A toast to the groom
To the bride
From your Pearl
Who is always by your side
To your union
And the hope that you provide
May you always be satisfied

[Garnet]
Rewind….

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Burned- Part Three(Marliza Fic)

Note: I love you if you’ve stuck around this far. You’re great.

Word Count: 5285(why am i like this)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, alcohol, and being a terrible sister

Tags: @secretschuylersister @butlinislin @living-in-a-whale @linmanuclmiranda @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @maybe-mikala @ham4fan-fiction @steiiarrs


“But where exactly do we look?” I asked, propping my elbows on my knees.

“Anywhere. Eliza is… unusual, and,” Peggy stopped, as if she was searching for a word. The smirk never left her face. “I’m not sure if there’s a word for it.”

“Go on,” I urged her, and she bit her lip.

“Almost none of her clues have seemed to link up until you look at them side-by-side, or until you find the very last of her clues.”

“Enigmatic,” I said, and Peggy nodded gratefully.

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Herbal Substitutions


When you can’t find the right ingredient, you can substitute the following herbs.
As a basic guide use Rosemary for any other herb, Rose for any flower, either Frankincense or Copal for any gum resin and Tobacco for any poisonous herb.


Acacia /Acacia Gum = Gum Arabic
Aconite = Tobacco
Arabic Gum = Frankincense, Gum Mastic, Gum Tragacanth (For Binding Wet Ingredients, Not For Incense)
Ammoniac Gum = Asafetida
Asafetida = Tobacco, Valerian
Balm Of Gilead = Rose Buds, Gum Mastic
Bdellium , Gum = Copal, Pine Resin, Dragons Blood
Belladonna = Tobacco
Benzoin = Gum Arabic, Gum Mastic
Cachana = Angelica Root
Carnation = Rose Petals Anointed With A Few Drops Of Clove Oil
Cassia = Cinnamon
Castor Bean = A Few Drops Of Castor Oil
Cedar = Sandalwood
Cinquefoil = Clover, Trefoil
Citron = Equal Parts Of Orange Peel & Lemon Peel
Clove = Mace, Nutmeg
Clover = Cinquefoil
Copal = Frankincense, Cedar
Cowbane = Tobacco
Cypress = Juniper, Pine Needles
Deerstongue = Tonka Bean (Not For Internal Use), Woodruff, Vanilla
Dittany Of Crete = Gum Mastic
Dragons Blood = Equal Parts Of Red Sandalwood And Frankincense
Eucalyptus Oil = Camphor Oil, Lavender Oil
Euphorbium = Tobacco
Frankincense = Copal, Pine Resin
Galangal = Ginger Root
Grains Of Paradise = Black Pepper
Gum Ammoniac = Asafetida
Gum Bdellium = Copal, Pine Resin, Dragons Blood
Hellebore = Tobacco, Nettle
Hemlock = Tobacco
Hemp = Nutmeg; Damiana, Star Anise, Bay
Henbane = Tobacco
Hyssop = Lavender
Ivy = Cinquefoil
Jasmine = Rose
Juniper = Pine
Lavender = Rose
Lemongrass = Lemon Peel
Lemon Peel = Lemongrass
Lemon Verbena = Lemongrass, Lemon Peel
Mace = Nutmeg
Mandrake = Tobacco
Mastic Gum = Gum Arabic, Frankincense
Mint (Any Sort) = Sage
Mistletoe = Mint, Sage
Mugwort = Wormwood
Neroli Oil = Orange Oil
Nightshade = Tobacco
Nutmeg = Mace, Cinnamon
Oakmoss = Patchouli
Orange = Tangerine Peel
Orange Flowers = Orange Peel
Patchouli = Oakmoss
Peppermint = Spearmint
Pepperwort = Rue, Grains Of Paradise, Black Pepper
Pine = Juniper
Pine Resin = Frankincense, Copal
Red Sandalwood = Sandalwood Mixed With A Pinch Of Dragons Blood
Rose = Yarrow
Rose Geranium = Rose
Rue = Rosemary Mixed With A Pinch Of Black Pepper
Saffron = Orange Peel
Sandalwood = Cedar
Sarsaparilla = Sassafras
Sassafras = Sarsaparilla
Spearmint = Peppermint
Sulfur = Tobacco, Club Moss, Asafetida
Thyme = Rosemary
Tobacco = Bay
Tonka Bean = Vanilla
Trefoil = Cinquefoil
Valerian = Asafetida
Vanilla = Woodruff, Deerstongue, Tonka Bean
Vetivert = Calamus
Wolfsbane = Tobacco
Wood Aloe = Sandalwood Sprinkled With Ambergris Oil
Woodruff = Deerstongue, Vanilla
Wormwood = Mugwort
Yew = Tobacco

Grimoire Entry: Herbal Substitutions

From Scott Cunningham’s The Complete Book of Incense, Oils, and Brews

When you can’t find the right ingredient, you can substitute the following herbs. 

As a basic guide, you may safely use rosemary for any other herb, rose for any flower, either frankincense or copal for any gum resin, and tobacco for any poisonous herb. 
 

Specific substitutions

Acacia /Acacia Gum =  Gum Arabic 
Aconite = Tobacco 
Arabic Gum = Frankincense, Gum Mastic, Gum Tragacanth (for binding wet ingredients, not for incense) 
Ammoniac Gum = Asafetida 
Asafetida  = Tobacco, Valerian 
Balm of Gilead  =  Rose Buds, Gum Mastic 
Bdellium , Gum  =  Copal, Pine Resin, Dragon’s Blood 
Belladonna  = Tobacco 
Benzoin  = Gum Arabic, Gum Mastic 
Cachana  = Angelica Root 
Carnation =  Rose petals anointed with a few drops of Clove Oil 
Cassia  = Cinnamon 
Castor Bean  = A few drops of Castor Oil 
Cedar = Sandalwood 
Cinquefoil  =  Clover, Trefoil 
Citron = Equal parts of Orange peel & Lemon peel 
Clove =  Mace, Nutmeg 
Clover  = Cinquefoil 
Copal  = Frankincense, Cedar 
Cowbane   =  Tobacco 
Cypress  =  Juniper, Pine Needles 
Deerstongue  =   Tonka bean (not for internal use!), Woodruff, Vanilla 

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When We’re Alone… with Angelica Rose & Taja Dietrich

I’ve been holding off on these for a few weeks now, and every night as I edit shoots I go back and look at this one and I fall in love all over again so it’s time I share it. I met Taja through Jelly, she was visiting from Australia and it was so lovely getting to meet her and spend time with her. We smoked lots of weed together, always always a plus during hangs & shoots.

Jelly and I spoke about the shoot a few days before, so the day of, we got right to it.

We took a break when Iggy brought us tacos, haha thanks Nacho :)

Working with these two lovely ladies was so great, they totally get me and the photos came out amazing. (Haha yes, I love my work. I’m totally not modest about that.)

I have sucked throughout my life to make and keep female friends, totally my fault, I’ve been so insecure and this year has been cool at putting ladies in my life that I connect with on a creative level and that I can call friends. So I’m super stoked for the future.

‘Do you believe in soulmates?’ He asked, his head resting in the soft grass as he stared at the lazy parade of clouds above him.
'Definitely.’ She answered, plucking apart what must have been her twentieth dandelion
'What makes you so sure?’ He asked as she sat up and criss crossed her legs so she was sitting parallel to his laid out body.
'You know that inexplicable strain that lives somewhere between your heart and your gut?’ He propped himself up on his elbows and met her eyes, wide with a passion he hoped he never got used to.
'Yeah, I know what you mean’ He finally answered.
'Well, eventually you lock eyes with someone for the very first time and it’s as if you already know what it feels like to hold their hand’ She reached out her hands and slowly shook her head, cascades of golden hair gently moving themselves along her shoulders, 'and all of the sudden your palms start itching, as if they know they belong intertwined in the ones in front of yours.’ Her hands moved towards each other, criss-crossing into one another, as if she was getting ready to pray. 'Oh and the strain, it just keeps growing. That endless powerful pull has maneuvered it’s way down your arm and into your itching fingertips, reaching for a hand of someone you’ve barely said hello to.’
'Sounds like a fairytale ’ He said, sitting himself up completely.
'Yeah’ she sighed with a slight smile, unwinding her hands and reaching for her twenty-first dandelion 'I guess it does. But that moment only happens once, so no matter how or when, whether it be Disneyland or checking out at a gas station, a moment like that will never be anything less than magical.’
—  Angelica Rose || Wishful Thinking