#foggy days

[uwhe-arts]

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[joytri]

foggy fall days

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Goodness Gray-cious! ~

[thesnowchesterfog]

There is a small grave by the sea. I leave flowers there when I can get out of bed. They die quickly in the cold, but. I clear the snow away when it falls. You were always so warm and bright, I don’t want you to be cold. I couldn’t get your discs back- I left a music box there for you anyways. Maybe in the after you can play music again. Maybe you can make your own. Sometimes I can’t make it to the grave and I just. Fall in the snow and lie there. It’s okay, I’m used to the cold. I miss when i wasn’t.

[beforevenice]

I see a lot of fog and a few lights. I like it when life’s hidden. It gives you a chance to imagine nice things, nicer than they are.

//Ben Hecht

[bl00d-hail]

i ♡ fog

[softandcozythings]

Ah, yes, my happy weather.

Foggy, gloomy september days.

[tiny-maus-boots]

I once saw an interview with Delta Burke, who said the first thing she did when she got to London was to buy a long black cape so she could make dramatic exits and have the fog swirl around her. I have never identified with that statement until this moment. Of course it would be less mysteriously flamboyant here and just plain crazy looking since I'm still wearing shorts and flip-flops.

[gigiadelina97]

[finding-hope-strength-courage]

Taken: 21/01/2023 - 🌳 🌫 ❄️

[joytri]

christmas spirit 🍬

[tiernanmoss]

Tiernan Moss

[Image description: On a mint green square black words write, “Come, let’s be fog together, you and I. Sometimes reality is too much to bear. We can streak across dawn, rising with the dew, and condense again when the lightning bugs fly.”

/end image description.]

[thesnowchesterfog]

There are three friends burried in the snow. The permafrost keeps them from decomposing. If i wanted i could dig them up and hug them one last time. My arms are tired though.

[fullofpuredisgust]

♡

[t3xtr0vertde]

misty mountains

[softandcozythings]

I'm sitting on a train going home and listening to soothing music while looking out the window and watching the landscape disappear in the fog on this cool day in september.

Time doesn't feel real and I feel nothing but a type of silence that wraps around me like a warm blanket.