This is hardcore my favorite time of year. As someone who wants to live in the mountains of Helen, Georgia, drinking hot cider and blowing glass in a cozy cabin surrounded by rust red and orange leaves, we’re coming into my months of personal heaven. A lot of beauty, a touch of haunted, and everything cozy. You can stand on a mountain, in so much open space, and still be cozy, wrapped up in happiness with cheeks flushed from the cool air. Just some ramblings of happiness. Happy autumn lovelies!
do people think this is like really romantic or something he can’t hold her because he has fucking scissors for hands
no people think it’s really fucking sad ‘cause he loves her and cant hold her because he has SCISSORS FOR HANDS