And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden

October is like home to me; and I’m home sick.

Leah Jean

In the season of autumn we first realize how beautiful it is to let things go and to move on.

In october I fall in love with everything, the way the sun sets, the orange and pink bleeding into one against the clouds, the way the air turns crisp. The world bursts into crimson and gold, everything rusted and rotted seems painted with poetry. The leaves at my feet, the smell of cinnamon tea. The way books bring more comfort when paired with a blanket. Journals fill up faster, candlelight feels like warmth wrapped around you, ink stained fingers get lost in sweaters. Chilly mornings when one blanket isn’t enough, rain racing down windows, dew settled on grass. Night skies mixed with stars and gloom. Everything. I’m falling in love❤️
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Autumn, leaves falling, and a new season of activity beginning – October the dawn of the year.

Virginia Woolf

You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

Stephen King

But never have I been a calm blue sea. I have always been a storm.

Stevie Nicks

Your excuses are just the lies your fears have sold you.

Robin Sharma