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is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i gave you oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?

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october will be kind

october will be fun

october will be good

october will bring peace

october will bring happiness

october will bring love

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~as soon as i saw you, i knew an adventure was going to happen.

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year. 👻

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By sarahkjp

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Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

- Wallace Stegner

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Autumn Activities

• go to an apple orchard and pick all the reddest apples

• host a ghostly themed dinner party

• go to a seasonal art gallery with a notebook and critique the pieces

• read a dark or haunting novel or short story

• join a secret society just in time for the beginning of the school year

• take part in a ghost tour

• get a job at a haunted house

• thrift for the darker side of your aesthetic as winter draws ever nearer

• write a horror story

• go on a mushroom hunt in the forest

• start a field journal to remind yourself of precious memories otherwise forgotten

• carve a famous work of art on a pumpkin

• learn to make your own candles and ciders

• dress in your most mysteriously haunting outfit and “haunt” an old landmark/building/cemetery

• pick wildflowers while they last and hang them upside down so they can keep you company through the dead of winter

• exchange letters with a friend…or an enemy

• have a ghost or cryptid themed photo shoot

• dye your hair a dark or crimson color (or a stark white for maximum contrast with the turning leaves)

• stand in the woods and sing whatever melody comes to you in the moment; that is your melody now; birds may remember it and sing it back to you

• visit a prestigious or architecturally wondrous school; it doesn’t matter if you plan on applying; this will either strengthen your love of dark academia or grant you disillusionment from your romanticized view of said school (either one grants you the blissful lie of control)

• stay up all night one night researching anything your heart desires, and promptly sleep like the dead the following day

• enjoy the knowledge that you sink yourself into your passions despite the opinions of others; cheers, friends.

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Autumn aesthetic to remember how comforting it is: The soft cold breeze of early autumn; a road leading to mountains covered by yellow and orange trees; empty city streets decorated for Halloween; white sheets and film projectors in the back yard, people wearing socks and sweaters, drinking hot mulled wine, tea or coffee to keep themselves warm while watching the movie; a circus tent that appeared in town seemingly from out of nowhere; cloudy afternoons when you sit near the window and look at the world through the raindrops, sipping piping hot tea; reading books with yellowish pages on park benches and in the small cozy town library.

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autumn in the city 

walking the cobblestone streets with a coffee in hand – discussing life with a close friend or just strolling alone, admiring the architecture of the old town. you are looking up for once, as there is no rush, noticing the careful details of the centuries-old buildings. 

pulling on a soft black turtleneck sweater & a long coat, grabbing your battered leather satchel & heading out the door to the cool autumn weather. rain is softly drizzling from the grey skies, the smell of petrichor coming from the asphalt.

visiting a museum with a few friends, slowly making your way through the vast galleries. having heated, whispered conversations about each work of art & lowering your voice at each morose look from the museum guard sitting in the corner of the room.

your glasses fogging up as you walk into the market hall to buy pumpkin, butternut squash & carrots. back at home, you turn the autumn vegetables into a warm soup, garnished with seeds & nuts.

going to a friend’s friend’s party late in the evening, when the skies are already a shade of deep blue. sitting in an old armchair with a glass in hand, sometimes discussing current affairs with an acquaintance, sometimes examining the book collection displayed on tall shelves, wondering if the host would let you borrow their beautiful edition of your favourite book.

listening to a street musician playing the same song over and over in the echo-y underground tunnel as you wait for the train to arrive. failing to focus on the old poetry collection in your hands & absentmindedly flipping the yellowed pages with your cold fingers.

lighting a candle on a gloomy day & finishing your homework assignment in the warm light. a cup of vanilla tea is by your side on the old, dark wooden desk, & your neighbour’s piano playing is softly sounding through the walls of the apartment.

slowly browsing the shelves at the library & trying to hold one too many tomes in your arms. eventually borrowing a stack of books you know you will not have the time to read.

finding the old, heavy chess set from a cupboard at your parents’ house & playing with your sibling to pass the time on a slow weekend afternoon. the kettle is whistling in the kitchen & one of you gets up to pour the tea.

thick morning fog covering the buildings as you make your way to a cosy coffee shop, where you pick your favourite corner seat to read in for the next hour or two. you get up every once in a while to get a refill or a glass of water.

buying old postcards from an antique shop – you cannot afford any of the other items after all. sending the cards to friends & relatives, the backs full of cursive wishes of health & happiness.

riding your bicycle through the streets covered in orange, brown & red leaves. you are making your way to the seaside, where a strong, cold wind blows through your hair. you stand there, breathing.

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fallen leaves and warm tea

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feeling some dark academia vibes today *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡.｡.:*･'*ﾟ*'･*:.｡.｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*