For The Love Of Autumn

Autumn aesthetic photos are so pretty and would be my lifeblood if they didn’t make me so damn anxious. Why the hell are there leaves in your bed? You realize that the second you move an inch with that enormous mug of pumpkin spice cocoa just sitting on your crisp white bedsheets and loaded high with whipped cream and syrup, it’s going to spill everywhere? Why is that disembodied torso wearing 17 knitted sweaters and 12 fox and owl rings? How come fall recipes always have to go so hard with trying to cram every single autumn-themed flavor into some cookie shit like 🎃🎃🎃 hey guys here’s my recipe for some pumpkin maple caramel bourbon apple spice cinnamon pecan butter chai ballsack latte flavored ass muffins 🎃🎃🎃 like???????????

I live for weekends such as this: chilly summer days that trick you into believing it is fall. Hours spent reading in bubble baths, the smell of freshly baked bread mingling with my newest candle that smells of apple cider. It flickers ominously against the breeze, casting long shadows on my wall. Wrapped up in my soft blanket, surrounded by cozy pillows. A trick on summer’s behalf, no doubt. But I know that autumn is right around the corner and I cannot wait.