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[peachysweet]

it's cold. im craving rest and contentment and all that is around me is dreary rhythm and ritual. the leaves which were so recently a bright, lucid green are changing, as if dipped in gold and orange by a skilled hand. likewise, the skies have been painted grey. pine needles crack underfoot as i slow poke to class, my sweet sundresses forgotten by the now daily sweats. even my hair feels tired, 'why have you left me tied up for so long?' it is perpetually damp and frizzy from my hurried showers and the seemingly endless mist that has been set upon the birmingham landscape. i dont want to feel like im just trying to get through life. like im hardly making it. my desk is covered with lists. my head is so full of tasks and worries and obligations that i can barely sleep when i do get the chance. i need time. to exercise. to relax. to laugh.
i am most definitely a summertime girl.