i’m not saying anything i’m just alluding to it

early autumnal tones 🌿🍂

There is an evening in my soul, one that makes me come home to say goodbye again. I leave a note on the door, put on candles to light the way and make sure there’s a footprint of my perfume in the drawer. I love being home, amidst my things, my family. And as much as I adore this freedom in my life, nothing compares to the feeling of resuming: smiles, touches, and familiar nothings.

.— unknown

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folklore x safe & sound

“She dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about — escape.”

— Paris, Texas (1984)

you haven’t met all the people that’ll love you yet