you know, dandelions are my favorite flower.
their brittle, defiant spines stand firm within concrete cracks, amidst the smog and industrial growl of traffic driving past. adorned with cotton-like, fragile filaments that exist wholly helmeted around its bud for but a time, before the wind sweeps its fleeting essence into the marketed void of a materialistic society.
i always subscribed to the superstition that dandelions might grant wishes. i always felt connected to their ethereal desperation. picking them out from the cracks they inhabit to silently relay a proposition. but this time, someone will be listening. as i write this wish, to the world, to you, to something...consider it an introduction:
My name is Olly. I am your granddaughter that you never met. I am a pappus in flight.
And I wish to embody the person I've always wanted to be. I wish to fulfill a very important dream.
I simply wish to be.
but more than a wish, this is a promise I will keep.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 9:04 PM UTC
you know, dandelions are my favorite flower.
their brittle, defiant spines stand firm within concrete cracks, amidst the smog and industrial growl of traffic driving past. adorned with cotton-like, fragile filaments that exist wholly helmeted around its bud for but a time, before the wind sweeps its fleeting essence into the marketed void of a materialistic society.
i always subscribed to the superstition that dandelions might grant wishes. i always felt connected to their ethereal desperation. picking them out from the cracks they inhabit to silently relay a proposition. but this time, someone will be listening. as i write this wish, to the world, to you, to something...consider it an introduction:
My name is Olly. I am your granddaughter that you never met. I am a pappus in flight.
And I wish to embody the person I've always wanted to be. I wish to fulfill a very important dream.
I simply wish to be.
but more than a wish, this is a promise I will keep.
