Try not to, research shows 99.99999% of people prefer their stephsbys (stephsbies?) to be in tact and unharmed. The other bad thing will be that you’re out of cookies. Luckily we have spare and it’ll all turn out OK.
Does anybody know the success rate for luring your lost purse back to you with cookies? Because I’m running low on ideas, and if I can’t find it soon I’m going to have to spend the rest of the day on the phone, cancelling cards and whatnot.
Tread lightly, little girl
But quicken your step
Lest you sink deeper into the earth beneath your feet.
You are not in Wonderland
And the world does not blossom for you
At a mere parting of lashes
Run faster, little girl
But keep your hands balled into fists
Lest your fingers draw themselves across those of another.
You could be so easily pulled
And led into beautiful distraction
At the softest of gazes
Speak loudly, little girl
But love as widely and as deeply as you can
Lest the ground opens to swallow you whole.
You could tether yourself to anything you liked
And maybe even let the violet-eyed boy catch your glances
At the same rate that you caught his
THEY ARE SHOWING FIREFLY ON SYFY RIGHT NOW AND I CAN’T DEAL