wake me up when october ends.

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i love the shoes that make me feel like margaret sullavan.

which reminds me...

jimmy stewart, you are the bees in my knees.

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autumn is coming and going quickly.

thank goodness. i am ready for snow covered logan. you either love it or you hate it.

being the outcast that i am, i prefer it. off with my head.
however, i think we can all agree on one thing: october overstays its welcome each year.
or maybe it's just me who thinks that... it must be the decemberist inside of me yearning for holly bells and chestnuts.

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the dreamy house that i can't resist stalking on the daily.

i'm pretty sure george and nina banks live inside. which makes it all the more appealing.

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my happy place.

my happiest place.

and do you know what?

it's the lips, i think.