To hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour, see the world in a grain of sand, and see heaven in a wild flower.
— William Blake
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random but. There’s something about love in october. and the cold in november that i really just can’t get enough of.
there’s a certain “oldness” to it. a certain feeling of adventure and discovery and newness and excitement that normally would be found in spring, but i find it in autumn. idk.
that “leaves” smell.
and cuddling with hot chocolate.
and the pumpkins. and i love the caramel apples.
I wouldn’t mind if years consisted of Octobers, Novembers, and Decembers (and maybe a dash of June).