leaves falling from the trees

what makes the signs happy
  • Aries: making other people laugh, burritos, feeling the sun's warmth on their skin, photos of dogs, taking pictures, gaming, long drives
  • Taurus: good food, hanging out with friends, food, sports, lunch, going outside, dinner, stepping into a hot shower after a hard workout, eating
  • Gemini: taking walks in the fall and watching the multicolored leaves float away from the trees, chocolate flavored everything, being introduced to new music, doodling, napping, holding someone they love, exchanging secrets
  • Cancer: a Lot of Money, soft hair, shopping, self-deprecating memes, their mom, going on vacations, taking really good pictures of their pet
  • Leo: memes, dogs, sugar daddies, making successful tumblr posts, mint flavored gum, joining cults, buying athletic clothes and not using them for athletic purposes
  • Virgo: the word of god, the beatles, fucking her right in the pussy, jesus the christ, costco muffins, literally dying, watching the sun set
  • Libra: taking snapchat selfies, exercising, getting a fresh haircut, gaining followers on tumblr, parties, Leaving This Dark Earth™, and a good, hearty pun
  • Scorpio: when they're sitting next to their fireplace with a warm blanket around them and they can hear the strong winds whirling outside but they can't see it because the downfall of snow is so thick that when they try to look outside all they can see is white and their cat snuggles up to them and everything seems so nice and warm in the moment that you actually think life is enjoyable especially after strangling your physics teacher when he didn't give you an a in the class even though you completed every assignment and aced every test he still gave you a B because you didn't give him his weekly allotment of cocaine like you were supposed to and you didn't mean to kill him but he started threatening you for his drugs and he wouldn't raise your grade to an A for ten grams of coke which wasn't your fault and you did nothing wrong no matter what the cops say.
  • Sagittarius: nothing, dying, suffering, waiting for the end of the world, getting anons, ice water, listening to music
  • Capricorn: watching netflix, cuddling, being in love, sleeping in, going on hikes, tattoos, cute vines of puppies
  • Aquarius: ice cream cake, watching disney movies, discussing and analyzing old spongebob episodes in depth, pranking other people, feeling their legs after they shave, fruit smoothies, getting into a good book
  • Pisces: not being sad
the signs and pretty 5sos lyrics
  • Aries: "Leaves fall from the tallest trees. Even mountains crumble into the sea."
  • Taurus: "Runaways; we're the long lost children. Running to the edge of the world."
  • Gemini: "Your eyes, your smile can light up the night. Embers and neon signs paint up our sky."
  • Cancer: "Nothing like the rain when you're in outerspace."
  • Leo: "All my life, I've been waiting for moments to come. When I catch fire and wash over you like the sun."
  • Virgo: "I don't wanna let it burn in the city lights and make the same mistakes."
  • Libra: "Drove into infinity, I held you 'til you fell asleep."
  • Scorpio: "Does it have to be this tragedy. The endless lost parade of castle, other side of make-believe?"
  • Sagittarius: "All your screaming whispers slip right through my fingers. But these memories linger on."
  • Capricorn: "Carry on, outlast the ignorance. Moving on, survive the innocence."
  • Aquarius: "I wanna take my heart to the end of the world; and fly away, fly away tonight."
  • Pisces: "The darkest night never felt so bright with you by my side."
Love is a season, and that’s the harsh truth regardless of what everyone keeps thinking. Even you, my reader, may not know about this.
But that’s the way things are.
Today’s spring or summer, so warm and cozy and lovely, and then, out of nowhere it’s fall and everything is red like blood and leaves are falling from trees just like you are failing to see why you love that special person and finally, finally, winter. Silence. Cold. Death.
—  Sophia Carey

me, 55 years into the future, the walking dead is but a distant memory now, even dedicated fans have stowed away their merchandise in old boxes in storage units. i am seated on my screened-in porch, sipping lemon tea as i enjoy the cool breeze. i see leaves fall from a tree in the distance, rustling about in the cool fall weather and suddenly, i am reminded: i miss glenn

vine

Late fall, just before all the leaves are knocked from the trees, Tioga Township, Pennsylvania

Tortuous unrelenting wave of constant emotions. Poetry, loads of written words so vastly all encompassing for which there was no cure. A crush, squashing me beneath it’s weight. So heavy the universe seemed lightened. Forever forever forever, now not a twinge on remembering.

Delight, agony, currents ever changing.  But then, time. Trickling by, a sprinkle, a shower, a stream, an ocean. Sitting aside my own quiet river with nothing to do but look upstream where all the lives I touched still live.

Filed away, neatly tucked inside experience, song, pictures, or words. Now visible through filters of never to be.

Impermanence, children climb ladders, as do my desires. The waterfalls dry up, children leave home, dust lingers in corners.

Wait. Waiting finds leaves falling from trees, light fading to dusk, snow blankets only to melt away.

Grasping, reaching, clinging, remembering, we give our lives precious words and images. Desiring only to keep what is ever fleeting.  To suffer, to desire.

It was love, or so I thought. No. I believed it with every moment of my being.

It was desire.

10

“I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined our street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird… And Janie… And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday. ”

American Beauty (1999) dir. Sam Mendes

Autumn Walk w/ Dean

Dean Winchester x Reader

Author(s): Lil Lambie

Words: 594

Warnings: Autumn, kissing, implied smut, and fat gardeners


You walk through the park, warm colors falling from the trees. The leaves crunch satisfyingly beneath your feet. You burrow your hands farther into your jacket pockets, feeling the wool lining. You start wishing you brought gloves. It’s fall in Kansas.

Your favorite season. You spin around to meet Dean staring at you. He is wearing his customary plaid shirt and a dark leather jacket. His hands are deep in his jean pockets.

“Don’t you think we should go back to the bunker?” he asks.

You frown at him. “I don’t want to be stuck in that stuffy bunker again!”

He walks towards you. You meet his emerald green eyes. “We can try out that full room shower.” he smirks.

“I didn’t go outside just to go make out with you in a shower.” you roll your eyes. “At least I put it the clean way.”

He laughs and smiles. “I heard it has a lock.” his words tickle your ear. He is so close to you. Dean, is generally tall. Six foot. You come up to his chest, a perfect height where you can stay for warmth and comfort. A shiver falls down your spine as the wind blows across your face. “Care to test it out?”

You shove him and he stumbles into a bench. He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a no.”

You keep walking, he stays close to you and reaches for your hand. You let his cold, gold ring touch your palm. His father’s ring. “I don’t know why you act like this.” You say.

“What do you mean? Is there something wrong with how I act? I’m great in bed though, aren’t I?

You smirk and shake your head. You stop walking and turn into his chest. Putting your arms around his neck, you let your head fall to his chest. His heart beating softly against your ear. “You try to act like this big, scary, sexy guy.”

He looks down at you. “Am I not sexy?”

You smile. “Okay, you are.” you say. “But, you have this act of being a bad boy, and say that you never want to settle down. You make yourself out to be ruthless and evil.” You look into his eyes, they are suddenly glassy. He smiles at you tentatively. You get a little emotional yourself. “Dean Winchester, you are a dork,” he laughs, “sensitive, brainy, sweet sincere guy. You are the good guy. You are not evil. I love you.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He embraces you, you feel a tear slip from his cheek to yours when he kisses you. He clears his throat and backs away. “No, chick-flick moments now.” You grin at him.

You spot a giant pile of leaves, abandoned with a large trash can beside it. A broom lying alone, the raker absent. “Race you to it!” Without another thought you and Dean race to the large pile of leaves, and jump in. There is an explosion of leaves. You and Dean laugh, you fall on top of him.

Your laughter ceases when there is a gruff and furious voice heading your way. The gardner. You and Dean hurry and stand up. “Run!” You both shout. You and Dean reach the gate panting, the gardner still chasing after you. He’s larger and practically waddles when he runs.

“Let’s not take our chances.” Dean says, laughing.

“Wait!” You shout.

He turns around. You grab him by the collar and pull him in for a kiss. He pulls away. “What was that for?”

You smile. “Everything.”

When leaves fall from trees, they don’t get to pick where or how fast they fall. Gravity and a little wind does that for them. They may fall on a park bench, amidst flowers on a field, or to the hard cold ground. When the tree could no longer support me, I was let go. And I fell like a leaf, not choosing where I fell or how fast I did, but to you the winds have brought me. I did not seek you out, but here I am; no hard cold ground anywhere in sight.
—  denmysterywoman

The autumn leaves fall to their yearly deaths
dropped from the tops of apathetic trees.
A sickening crunch with their final breaths
as they are raked into vast, churning seas.
And the dark swallows the once smiling sun
making nights that were one time short, now long.
The northern winds seem to be never done.
Their gusts and howls a sorrowful song.
But fall has beauty other seasons lack.
While it has that first impression so cold,
it brings sweaters, cider, and brisk strolls back
along with bonfires and colors so bold.
Autumn, a time of dying it may be,
But what lovely deaths to every year see.

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie. And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me.but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.
—  Alan Ball, American Beauty

date me in the fall because then we can go on cute but cheap dates to the apple orchard or a haunted house hell I’d be happy just goin on a walk and looking at the pretty fall leaves as they fall from the trees I’m honestly so easy to entertain when it comes to doing stuff in the fall as long as you hold my hand and give me your hoodie were all good

The leaves are falling from the trees and I am falling out of love.
—  fall

if Dean and Cas went on an autumn walk together, Dean would make Cas wear a big soft beanie so that his ears would stay warm. and when Cas put on his scarf, Dean would adjust it so that it lay just so. and Cas would watch him do it, with eyes all wide and bright.

if Dean and Cas went on an autumn walk together, they’d rustle together through the woods with the sunlight shining thin as linen, the breeze as soft and cool as a sigh.

if Dean and Cas went on an autumn walk together, they’d walk beneath the trees, watching the leaves falling from the branches. Dean would catch one of them before it hit the ground, and turn to Cas with a smile. Cas would take it by the stem, fingers tingling with the cold, and twirl it thoughtfully, before reaching out and taking Dean’s hand in his own. Dean would blush, and mumble, but he would squeeze it tight, ‘for warmth’.

and when they married a year later, Dean would have a tiny leaf engraved on the inside of each of their rings. because if Dean and Cas went on an autumn walk, they’d want to always remember the day that it fell, and they fell, too, in the fall.