I'd catch it in a jam jar, and keep it in my room.

Boom.

They shoot in to the air like stars, explode and then fade. You're surrounded by 'oohs' and 'aahs' and the smell of hot dogs. I'm dressed in muddy boots and a huge khaki parka jacket, but still shivering; breathing out steam like a dragon. So, yeah. I thought i hated it, but i love this time of year. It's the time of year when your eyeliner smudges and your nose is red and your toes are froze. When the radiators are on full blast and you can get away with wearing hoodies, and your hair smells like smoke (and that new shampoo my mum bought).

+ i said i'd stop doing posts like these, because Abigail is better, and that i'd write about fashion and shoes. 

But today was just

beautiful.