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November, where the world grows quieter, the skies grow darker, and the melancholy feels almost romantic.
So bring your grey skies, cold mornings, bare trees, and beautifully miserable disposition.
M I S T E R retweeted
little ghost
in my
ribcage
why do you
keep digging?
there is
nothing
left
to bury...




























