I can't find any of my warm weather tops.
“The name—of it—is ‘Autumn'— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road— Great Globules—in the Alleys— And Oh, the Shower of Stain— When Winds—upset the Basin— And spill the Scarlet Rain— It sprinkles Bonnets—far below— It gathers ruddy Pools— Then—eddies like a Rose—away— Upon Vermilion Wheels—”
— Emily Dickinson, The name—of it—is ‘Autumn’ (656)
Circuit Board and Binary-Print Kimonos, Zōri Sandals, and Tabis by the Japanese designer gofukuyasan
I am by some aspects. I do not identify as such, but if wanting you makes a person Catholic, then, well. Who's to say.
fish fear me, god hates me, women want me for my capricious behavior and nasty demeanor
Trying to get a fitted sheet onto a mattress is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.