Autumn is so very sad, but I love her all the same for her dim and deep theater hues and her silent and mournful sorrow.
I have to learn that this is beauty no matter how much misery it would seem is there.
It’s so very autumn. I’m listening to Yesterday is Here. And I can’t wait to work in Adventure Land tomorrow.
i’m ready for pumpkin spice lattes and warm scarves and pretty coats and nice boots and crunchy leaves on the ground and the wind biting at my cheeks and i’m ready to not feel like sweaty gross death all the time
(Source: mormors)
writing down all autumn vegan recipes. and suddenly so happy. not thinking of anything else in the world but standing in a kitchen and cooking and baking while my makeup isn’t melting off. maybe even wearing those knit pokemon trainer gloves i have and my red cape and ankle warmers.
pumpkin. that dark orange and the deep browns and the bright reds.
i want nothing more than a kitchen of my own to sit and drink my lonely tea while waiting for the pumpkin rolls to be done.
how much longer will i be confined to these tiny spaces that are not my own.
