Only me do I threaten. Only me do I kill.
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Only me do I threaten. Only me do I kill.
Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke written c. October 1964 (via violentwavesofemotion)
As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost.
J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. United Kingdom, 1997. Print. (via autumn-eternally)
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Hello, October!
is anyONE ELSE JUST SO EXCITED FOR PUMPKINS AND HOT CHOCOLATE AND HaLLOwEEEEN AND SPOOKY MOVIES AND FAIRS AND KNEE SOCKS AND PUMPKIN LATTES AND BIG BLANKETS AND COZY CUDDLY SWEATERS AND PRETTY LEAVES AND i just started crYING
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There’s two types of Autumn:
the bright, colorful, happy autumn with pumpkins, apples, candles, and great food
the dreary, dark, creepy autumn with overcast and rainy skies, scary forests, cool temperatures, and halloween
autumn : the greatest season of all.
You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.
Pan’s Labyrinth, Dir. Guillermo del Toro (via wordsnquotes)
“In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.”
- Aldous Huxley