autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.
October
L.M. Montgomery - Anne of Avonlea, Carole Maso - The Art Lover, Louise Gluck - Averno: "October," Leif Enger - Peace Like a River, Van Gogh - Avenue of Poplars in Autumn, Personal Photo, Mary Oliver - Song for Autumn, Dulce María Loynaz – Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems (tr. James O’Conner), A screenshot from Over the Garden Wall, Carol Bishop Hipps - "October," Angela Carter - Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories, Personal Photo, Cy Twombly - Autumn, Rainer Maria Rilke - "Autumn," Alejandra Pizarnik - Extracting the Stone of Madness (Tr. Yvette Siegnert)
do y’all realize just how beautiful it is that everything is interconnected in this universe like if you didn’t do that one thing then you probably would’ve never met certain people or if you decided to stay in that one place or didn’t read that one book then things could be so different that’s so crazy
Ingeborg Bachmann, from Malina
Text ID: I had already belonged to him before a word was said.
“To be lit up from within / vein by vein / To be the sun”
— Margaret Atwood, from “Eating Fire” in Selected Poems I: 1965-1975
“Yet for all its coldness, there’s a tenderness in winter too, making us cover what we can no longer bare.”
— Carole Glasser Langille, from “Next Month Snow,” In Cannon Cave (Brick Books, 1997).
I restart the entire song if i breathe too loud over my favorite part
something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is