“I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.”—A recipe for Rowan Jelly by Alys Fowler (via pureblyss)
“Show me every dark fragment
hidden away, the ones you don’t
let the light of streetlamps touch.
If you think for one second my shoulders
would turn away, seek the safety of the
lights outside my house. You’re damn wrong.
I admire what others keep darkened,
it is real, and honest, and my eyes
feast upon every jagged piece.
Standing on asphalt I don’t say "Fix this"
and leave. I grab your most serrated shard,
pull it close and say "I love you for this."”—I love you for all the flaws you find unloveable | Carlynn Victoria (via carlynnvictoria)