ᨃ * 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑬𝒀 . 𔘓

@sunflowerscorn.bsky.social

◟ ⊹ i never ࣪ ㅤ೫ㅤ๑ http://THOUGHT,⠀ ⋆ 🌻 ⠀ i’d say   𑁍 ᥐㅤ៸ ⠀this , 𖦹 ⠀but the ㅤ˚ㅤ𖧷ㅤ http://COUNTRY › 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘 ──┈⠀冫 ݁ ⠀ suits me. ˚ ꒷ ꒦

( ah, yes, those are traits that she’s well-known for. but anyone who has a working brain can appreciate the beauty in things — not thst she’s an airhead, she’s shockingly clever when utilized properly. ) well, yes, but there aren’t many things out in space you can classify as cute, are there? —

𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟 ﹟⋆★˚@rebelliousloner.bsky.social · last yr.

Ya know…that’s really something to think about… [He couldn’t help but ponder how she would have thought so deeply about something…she’s always been so self absorbed and shallow…] Cute? Orion Nebula is beauty, Haley, breathtaking.

in hindsight, reflecting on their high school years should feel like forever ago, but it’s like looking back on something that happened just yesterday. sam’s tired guitar pick was less worn and chipped, his hair styled more pathetically when given less than 10 minutes in an early morning rush. —

𓆩 . 𝒮𝒶𝓂@radiantmusician.bsky.social · last yr.

And play he did. Once she was settled on the bench beside of him, he gave her just enough room, shifting so that he didn’t rest his guitar on her. He didn’t want to cross any unsaid boundaries, even if it would be some old wonderful sort of comfort. It was a scene reminiscent of teenage -

i guess i’d take your brother over your little girlfriend penny any day. i’ll text emily and be right over. ugh, i hope she doesn’t take this as an invitation to bring leah over to my house. last thing i want to hear is them trading spit like freshman on the couch.

𓆩 . 𝒮𝒶𝓂@radiantmusician.bsky.social · last yr.

We don’t have to. I’m sure he can find something to do, don’t want him running his mouth during the whole thing. Great, I’ll get the snacks ready!

sunlight peeks through the early morning clouds, but haley doesn’t come to find out that the rain is officially over until she wakes up later that day. grabbing her sunscreen, sunglasses, the lunch emily packed her, a beach towel and of course, her wide lens camera, she heads down to the beach.

with the sudden and prolonged downpours a thing of the past, not a trace of mud speckles the long, winding path that leads into the cindersnap forest, twisting and turning back and forth like a snake, tangling with smaller trails. what intrigued the blonde the most is the little valley where —

𝑨̲𝑵̲𝑻̲𝑰̲𝑩̲𝑬̲𝑨̲𝑻̲ .ᐟ@luctificus.bsky.social · last yr.

[ @sunflowerscorn.bsky.social * ] ( click, click, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 — * ) ( occasionally something nearby will click and its head will turn, like clockwork their gaze always looks for the source of the noise despite having already realized where it came from. it's not hard to find her amidst the + )

the sun’s glare keeps the sand warm, tracing the lone curl on sam’s forehead and his upward, gelled spikes that make him look like a scruffy version of david bowie. bronzed tan fading, the heat rolls over her back and promises a natural upkeep that will have her city friends burning with envy —

𓆩 . 𝒮𝒶𝓂@radiantmusician.bsky.social · last yr.

Blond strands of that very mullet whipped softy in the wind as she contemplated his offer, azure hues watching her. Sam did his best to focus on her face, those features he was so familiar with once upon a time. These days they had sharpened up into more of a womanly feature, something he tried -