10.19.15

10.19.15

your pumpkin related disaster…

Aries: spill hot pumpkin spice latte on your crotch
Taurus: inadvisable ‘sexy’ trick or treat costume
Gemini: bae only refers to you as pumpkin for the month
Cancer: at midnight, you turn into one
Leo: pumpkin pied in the face
Virgo: frolicking in pumpkin patch when a mouse climbs up your pants
Libra: punkin’ chunkin’ catapult SLIGHT MISCALCULATION
Scorpio: jack o’lantern catches on fire while you’re passed out in a candy coma
Sagittarius: carving a pumpkin and you discover worms
Capricorn: leave pumpkin in cupboard past halloween…what’s that smell?
Aquarius: edward pumpkinhands
Pisces: your chest pumpkins smack you in the face while you’re jogging

I loved you, plain and simple. But it wasn’t plain or simple, because you were so much more than plain or simple. You weren’t a soft sunset orange; you burned brighter than an amber flame, and I was drawn to you like a lonely moth is drawn to a front porch light. And it was wrong, it was so damn wrong. But in those moments when we locked eyes, it felt so damn right.
—  C.B // excerpt from a book I’ll never write // 10.19.15