It’s fall, eraserheads! I won’t romanticize the comings and goings of the seasons because they literally happen every year, but if you sent me a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils or baked me a dozen apple cider donuts I wouldn’t object. This fall, we’re reading what we want, dammit. We’re not going to the beach to read a beach read, we’re getting cozy in our tiny apartments and pretending that we’re in wooded cabins under soft flannel blankets with golden tree leaves fluttering outside the window and the soft scent of pine wafting under the door. What kind of book are you bringing on our leaf-peeping trip?
Guilty as charged!
Guilty as charged!
Guilty as charged!
It’s fall, eraserheads! I won’t romanticize the comings and goings of the seasons because they literally happen every year, but if you sent me a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils or baked me a dozen apple cider donuts I wouldn’t object. This fall, we’re reading what we want, dammit. We’re not going to the beach to read a beach read, we’re getting cozy in our tiny apartments and pretending that we’re in wooded cabins under soft flannel blankets with golden tree leaves fluttering outside the window and the soft scent of pine wafting under the door. What kind of book are you bringing on our leaf-peeping trip?