I like rain and mist. I've never understood why people exclaim over bright skies and bushels of glaring sunshine.
Franny BillingsleyThat’s where proper stories begin, don’t they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?
Franny BillingsleyIt's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better.
Franny BillingsleyBut witchy magic doesn’t listen to please and pretty please, and anyway, I didn’t really care. I only pretended to care because not caring makes me a monster.
Franny BillingsleyThis is what I want. I want people to take care of me. I want them to force comfort upon me. I want the soft-pillow feeling that I associate with memories of being ill when I was younger, soft pillows and fresh linens and satin-edged blankets and hot chocolate. It's not so much the comfort itself as knowing there's someone who wants to take care of you.
Franny Billingsley