its october, its autumn for some fall for others, its cozy blankets with colourful socks, its dark academia books and libraries, its scented candles and vintage aesthetic, its hot coffee and poetry, its dry leaves turned into most beautiful shade of brown.
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i hate myself but at least my blog is serving cunt
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𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘚𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 💋🍒
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