chaoticmemelover

[chaoticmemelover]

Spring with the burn of the Sun that gets lost in the wintry winds of the shade, the bloom of a million flowers from the cracked earth of the desolate days of the past, the renewal of life and spirit, the wandering feet changing paths enchanted by the bounty of nature, the hope that germinates from the ruins of past, the crunch of fallen yellow leaves beneath my boots, the green of budding leaves that dominate the pupil of the eye, the time for choosing between cold coffee (probable cold and cough) and hot lemon tea (probable burn of the throat), the joys of laying on the lawn with grass sticking to hoddies that would bid farewell soon (unless you're weird enough to wear 'em in summer cause HOODIES duh), the lazy lay in sun cause cats do have a lot in common with humans...

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Autumn with falling leaves; setting suns; warm cardigans; steaming hot coffee that scaldes your tongue with the first sip; tea that reminds you of a lineage of women before you, who have sipped the same recipe, over, and over again, for comfort; baking food for yourself, and sharing it with others; running hands on the soft blanket that reminds you so much of a past that doesn't exist anymore, but was dear to your heart; Folklore and Evermore cause what's fall without TS records; looking at cats and wishing you'd be born as one if there do be a next life, and and and...

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Person A : Do you ever just look at people and wonder 'Wow that's the brand of dumb I was a while ago.'

Person B : Because now you have leveled up from it ?

Person A : *nods fervently*

Person C : That's literally not how progress works.

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Don't you sometimes just love the feel of winter, the entire aesthetic included. In a turtleneck, snuggling in a warm blanket with a classic book and a cup of coffee or tea to keep you warm as you furiously scribble notes about characters, your thoughts and observations, and the quotes that you love the most.

Feels like winter to me.

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Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

Oscar Wilde(The Picture of Dorian Gray)