pearlbones1:
“ ‘tis the season of grey rain clouds and stormy weather, of cold hands and warm gloves, of hot tea, hugs, and wet leaves on black concrete. of having your hair blown into your face, of drowning in your scarves, of putting on three pairs...

pearlbones1:

‘tis the season of grey rain clouds and stormy weather, of cold hands and warm gloves, of hot tea, hugs, and wet leaves on black concrete. of having your hair blown into your face, of drowning in your scarves, of putting on three pairs of socks and high boots. it’s a cozy time, a time of year where all i want is to be with someone: to run through these puddles holding hands, to curl up in bed against another dear, warm body. i just long to be close to you right now.