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The official Rick and Morty twitter posted this and asked, "Who feels attacked?"

#wine rambles #rick and morty #sign chart #made a separate post for this because why not #!!!#I'm Summer #I can only hope to be half as cool as her

Types of people: seasons

Summer: freshly-picked peaches, innocently naive, the adrenaline rush of the first jump into a slightly chilly lake, early morning walks, windswept hair, toasty perfectly golden brown s'mores, stepping on a plane and never looking back, deep stargazing talks, petrichor, a hopeless romantic, content silences, the magical exhilaration of a first kiss, wanderlust, fruity light perfume, light eyes that shimmer in the light of the setting sun, campfire sing-alongs, touch-scared yet craving physical contact, thunderstorms, messy buns with cut off jeans, favorite words, nostalgia, and melancholy.

Autumn: pumpkin spice lattes, flannel scarves, doodles on hands, perfectly organized bullet journals, freshly baked bread, dewdrops on spindly spiderweb threads, carrying beat-up copies of favorite books in leather purses, happy drunk, the crunch of colors upon colors of fallen leaves, satisfaction of winning a debate, sweet as pie yet badass, hesitant in love, steam rising off warm coffee mugs held with two hands, succulents, a little scared of what's to come, always behind the camera never in front, absolutely frickin beautiful yet never believes it, getting lost in corn mazes without a care, organized, always up for new beginnings, anticipation

Winter: spiked cinnamon apple cider, glittery highlighter, sleepy puppies, cold hands warm heart, chunky sweaters, vanilla candles, a little lonely, listening to the Beatles through earbuds, cobblestone streets, snuggling on window seats, the sound of the wind in the trees, corkboards filled with ticket scraps, peppermint chocolate truffles, loyal AF, violin waltzes, powdery fresh fallen snow, well worn Birkenstocks and fuzzy socks, cupcake scented bathbombs, old architecture, headlights snaking through foggy trails, a little pessimistic, gives the best hugs, strawberry milk tea, tinkling infectious rose gold laughter, Doc Martens, gullible, warm apple crumble, catnaps.

Spring: wild strawberries, deep wise dark eyes, dimpled cheeks, impulsive confessions with sweeping deep passionate kisses, a perfect rose, restless pent up energy, flawless lipstick, Polaroid pictures, having a few close friends who are your life, slow dancing in the kitchen, well-loved slightly cropped jean jacket, falls in love as often as it changes from April showers to May flowers yet has that one special someone they always come back to, green tea lattes, a subtle leader, light flowy sense of humor, bittersweet smiles, messy cursive writing on post-it notes left every which way, warm ocean breezes, shining Christmas lights in the snow, golden heart and silver tongue.

#types of people #aesthetic posts #tag yourself #I'm summer #seasons

Dreaming

You don’t even know

that already two nights in a row

I’ve been dreaming about you.

I have been dreaming about all the tiny things we could have shared one day.

Look!

Here I cannot reach the higher shelf in the wardrobe. You come to me, laughing, You know I can’t reach there, but you still force me to try. When you had enough of laughing and watching me dance on my tiptoes, you finally put one hand on my waist, and with the other one you carelessly reach my most hated shelf. My heart skips two beats, and later I’m just blending into you.

Then, another dream – listen!

We are strolling near the seashore. The sun is not so bright, just as you like it – the mild light of the day with a refreshing sea-breeze, chilly enough to make my skin all to sensitive to your burning touches. You squeeze my hand, gently yet tightly, and the whole world disappears for me – there is nothing but us, warm sand, cool breeze and the music of the waves.

Later – just watch! - I dream of you sitting on the porch at our future house, playing with kittens. They try to scratch you, bite you, trap your hands in the steel trap of their claws, but you’re just smiling. At some point our eyes meet – and the air becomes thick and dense from happiness. My heart’s pumping, my head’s spinning. I desperately want to touch you – caress your face, kiss your lips, - I make a step, then another one, I try to reach you with my hand, and….

The alarm clock rings,

and the night’s wings

are burnt by the new day’s Sun.

We meet at the office. You give me nothing but a cold and brutal hello on the way to your desk. I don’t try to stop you; I don’t even try to talk to you. You have a girlfriend. I am not your type.

I’m summer, you’re winter; and yet, in some alternative universe we are unimaginably happy.

my friend just told me I was the summer version of Florence Welch and asked if there was a cabal of redheads trading of seasonal powers.

#there is #i'm summer #florence is autumn

“You see, I think my problem so far has been that I haven’t been drinking enough alcohol- so are you in? Or are you out?”

#roselandstart #first starters are the worst jfc #but also #hi #i'm summer #come throw all the plots at me pls

After a while of comfortable silence, the petite girl turned her head to look at her friend. She loved it when they did this-- Lay on the grass, and look at the stars like they had all the time in the world. Cosimia loved sleeping, but she was willing to give it up for these beautiful, shinning phenomenons. “Did you know that astrologers claim that the Moon has the same effect upon humans, as it does upon the ocean? If the Moon affects tides, it is theorized that it also affects the human body, which consists of 75% water. Whether or not this theory is accurate, it will, in the meantime, help me feel better about blaming my mood swings on a giant rock floating in space.” When she was done talking, she laughed at her own joke, a wave of heat rushing to her cheeks. “God, it’s getting cold, isn’t it?”