DREAMER🍁

““November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snows. With night coming early, and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost at the gate. The fires burn and the kettles sing, and earth sinks to rest until next spring.””

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.”

“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”

“How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!”

And if you could find something to admire about someone else, I hope you'll at least try to do the same thing—to yourself.

“Sometimes the point is to be sad, August. Sometimes you just have to feel it because it deserves to be felt.” -Myla

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”