The melody of my heartstrings.

these have the same energy

                                🍁🍂🎃 Autumn in Hawkins 🎃🍂🍁

Taylor WHAT LIPSTICK IS THIS 2.0

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By Kiel James Patrick

Ghost pumpkin

By Viktoriia Shubenkova

By Kiel James Patrick

Jake Johnson… is always with us.

There’s a fox in the garden and he’s covered with snow Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, creeps soft for my window Maybe it’s the eyes but somehow I just know Little dog, sly fox you think you’re so wise The shape of those ears, the melting disguise How cunning, how sleuth but I’ve realized Frosted window, frozen open Pulling, forcing here’s to hoping Fingers chapping, shaking, groping Water! Warmer! Thaw this metal so I can close us safe Or is it possible that we can beat him at his own game? Let me pull on my own mask, we’ll seem one in the same… There’s a fox at my window, he’s frozen deep in his tracks His breath billows, terrified and he’s staggering back An open window, now a mirror, has hindered his attack With grace like a dancer, he springs for the fence Pops over the grape vine and away through the dense  Of the dark and the winter and into the expanse There’s a bird in the garden and she’s singing for me for the Spring coming nearer and the reviving trees And I smile for the warmth that’s enveloping me  as the flames lick the mask that I no longer need. 

A Tim Burton / Stranger Things tribute

Black and White Bouquet

By Simone Bramante