Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves have all fallen and they fell like they were falling in love with ground. and the trees are naked and lonely And I keep trying to tell them new leaves will come around in the spring but you can’t tell trees those things, like me they just stand there and don’t listen. I wish you were here. I’ve been missing you like crazy. I’ve been hazy-eyed staring at the bottom of my glass again, thinking of that time when it was so full it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine or sticking straws into the center of the sun and sipping like Icarus would forever kiss the bullets from our guns. I never meant to fire, you know.
— Andrea Gibson - Photograph (via mostbasicelements)