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autumn walks 🍁🎃☕️🍂
By magicinsalem
really just want to live a quiet life with quiet, genuine, humble people. not interested in loud people or dramatic situations. just want peace, and the sun, and tenderness, and warmth.
Boris Jovanovic
A Woman Walking And Holding A Bouquet That Covers Her Face
Lisa Kleypas - Love in The Afternoon
a girl does start to feel optimistic in a patch of sun
“This strangely still pause between summer and autumn, greenery and gold, and the heat and rising wind that is once again readying itself to rush it all away in a climactic symphony of colour and scent is ~ in my opinion, one of the best parts of living on Earth.”
— Victoria Erickson (via pagewoman)
To be in the center is to be alive. To be alive is to surrender to the reality of a bodily existence that is never truly at peace and that gives birth to poetry and beauty out of this uncertainty.
Andreas Weber, Matter & Desire: An Erotic Ecology, trans. Rory Bradley
“Summer has been consuming my energy in the most ruthless way. I miss the fun, which was so tremendously lively all October, November and December.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. June 1927
“I remember August with the soft shade and shadows and the long hours of twilight creeping slowly toward the night”