housewiththereddoor:Kill Me In The Fall TimeKill me in the Fall time;A murder most divine.Hang me from an acorn treeUpon a pumpkin vine.Hide me in the Autumn leaves,For they are dead as well;Crisp leaves became a masterpiece Only when they fell.Mask the smell with cider spice,And harvest apple pie;For in this way we celebrateThe season when things die.
“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.” – (via feellng)
