i love that fall has a feeling, it’s not even the taste of smoke and barbecue in the air or the smell of wet dead leaves, it’s like a palpable feeling against your skin. it reminds me of renaissance festivals and cider barns and long highway drives to lawrence with the trees all sunset-shaded on the side of the road and cold night bonfires and guys i really fucking love autumn
I hate when people say “oh you’re so pretty, why are you single”
MOTHER FUCKER, I COULD BE A RAGING PSYCHOTIC MASS MURDERER THATS KILLED ALL OF HER BOYFRIENDS.
Maybe I’m not willing to settle or I’m content with singleness.
But I think it’s the former.