#360 — the summer sun is fading as the year grows old 🍂
This poem will never not remind me of autumn and give me warm, slightly melancholy, perfect feels.
long live the pioneers, rebels, & mutineers
This poem will never not remind me of autumn and give me warm, slightly melancholy, perfect feels.
[I just need someone to be in love with me, for one night. It’s selfish, I know, but I say,