October is my favorite time of the year. Everything is crisp and slightly depressing. The chill in the air perfectly mimicks my mood, and everything is quiet. You can feel so alone, almost peaceful.
the october winds rush through my thighs as i sleep against the cold cement. where did i go last night? where are my panties? and more importantly, where the hell am i? please come save me from this endless torture.
October. Halloween. During Halloween, there are different little creatures running around the street. The creatures are children dressed in lively costumes. The children are overpowered and assume the role of what they are dressed of. They go door to door, asking for candy. Trick or Treat. Really makes me wonder why on October, the Day of the Dead, you see children dressed as little pink ponies and fairies and cartoon characters. Makes no sense……..
leaves. orange, brown, yellow. october reminds me of falling in love, of new beginnings. of mistakes made and learned from. sweaters and wool socks, being excited about hot chocolate. football and family.
some month in a year in a century. More like some random stuff going on in the world when it’s one random word popping out that happened to be a name of a month. Sometimes the unexpected is completely something to be expected.
leaves. orange, brown, yellow. october reminds me of falling in love, of new beginnings. of mistakes made and learned from. sweaters and wool socks, being excited about hot chocolate. football and family.
Today, i found his shoes at the door. Wind seeped under the crack; it smelled of Pink Pearl Erasers and cinnamon leaves. My witch costume hung at the door.
the tenth month of the year, halloween. On the 31st day people dress up in costumes, although not everyone celebrates. Some think hallowenn is a satanist holiday. I do not, i like the cool brisk weather. Autumn is here and October is the prime month to host such a delightful season.
orange burnt leaves and the colors mix together like pumpkins resided inside. tasting of vanilla chai. vanilla chai with pumpkin caramel brown deliciously flavored sugared down to the esophagus of ministry. october taste. and october down so down it’s fly so fly it’s super and before you know turtlenecks are teaching you the true meaning of back to school.
fall is my favorite season. the colors, the feel. the smell, the taste. apples glowing, leaves falling. perfect weather to wear a sweater and jeans. comfort. cider and halloween. everyone dresses up, covering their true identity.
I miss the fall in a strange, absent-minded way. I walk through my neighborhood, feeling the hot sun beating down on my bare skin, and I wish I had the chill of autumn on my tongue and across my arms.
The wind was cool and blowing hard. Snow began to fall, but refused to stick to the ground. “October in Ohio,” Rebecca said to herself as she walked to the bus stop.
It was halloween, and for the first time in her life she decided to not go trick-or-treating. She wasn’t sure why, but 12 felt to old to go around and beg for candy. The real reason, though, was her mother. Her mother had forced her to be mature. Her mother had made her grow up. Her mother was the reason she lost her innocence.
But that was almost a year ago, that was a day that Rebecca tried to forget. That was a day exactly like the one that surrounded her as she walked to the bus stop on that snowy October morning.
It was late October, around Halloween. My friends and I were getting ready for the big bash that was to start within the next couple hours. I couldn’t wait to go because I knew the man of my dreams would be there.
October is crisp. Clean. I think we should rearrange our calender so that October is the first month of the year. Screw the Mayans, October is the fresh start clean slate thing.
And I know about a trillion people whose birthday’s are in October.
October is crisp. Clean. I think we should rearrange our calender so that October is the first month of the year. Screw the Mayans, October is the fresh start clean slate thing.
And I know about a trillion people whose birthday’s are in October.
October winds blowing clouds from back in June. Do you remember June, my dove? You promised not to forget. The cloudy days we spent hiding behind rocks and between trees. I fear October, three years from now. Will that be a beautiful time, or will we be crying?
its a very good month i like its kinda worm its never that cold is normal weather ocotber is the birthday of one of my brothers i think :P and i will be in school in october wich makes it bad , its the 3 month before the last month of the year.
My favorite month of the year is October. I was born on October third. I was the first girl born in sixteen years. Weird, huh? It took my parents twelve years to get pregnant.
October is my favorite time of the year. Everything is crisp and slightly depressing. The chill in the air perfectly mimicks my mood, and everything is quiet. You can feel so alone, almost peaceful.
the october winds rush through my thighs as i sleep against the cold cement. where did i go last night? where are my panties? and more importantly, where the hell am i? please come save me from this endless torture.
October. Halloween. During Halloween, there are different little creatures running around the street. The creatures are children dressed in lively costumes. The children are overpowered and assume the role of what they are dressed of. They go door to door, asking for candy. Trick or Treat. Really makes me wonder why on October, the Day of the Dead, you see children dressed as little pink ponies and fairies and cartoon characters. Makes no sense……..
It was October 13–or was it October 31? She could never quite remember. And that had become a problem for her, considering it was her anniversary.
leaves. orange, brown, yellow. october reminds me of falling in love, of new beginnings. of mistakes made and learned from. sweaters and wool socks, being excited about hot chocolate. football and family.
some month in a year in a century. More like some random stuff going on in the world when it’s one random word popping out that happened to be a name of a month. Sometimes the unexpected is completely something to be expected.
leaves. orange, brown, yellow. october reminds me of falling in love, of new beginnings. of mistakes made and learned from. sweaters and wool socks, being excited about hot chocolate. football and family.
It was October 13–or was it October 31? She could never remember. And that had certainly become a problem for her, considering it was her anniversary.
Today, i found his shoes at the door. Wind seeped under the crack; it smelled of Pink Pearl Erasers and cinnamon leaves. My witch costume hung at the door.
the tenth month of the year, halloween. On the 31st day people dress up in costumes, although not everyone celebrates. Some think hallowenn is a satanist holiday. I do not, i like the cool brisk weather. Autumn is here and October is the prime month to host such a delightful season.
I’ll be there in October–when the leaves turn red, and the air frigid. I’ll be closer than I’ve ever been, and thinking of you. Love, me.
orange burnt leaves and the colors mix together like pumpkins resided inside. tasting of vanilla chai. vanilla chai with pumpkin caramel brown deliciously flavored sugared down to the esophagus of ministry. october taste. and october down so down it’s fly so fly it’s super and before you know turtlenecks are teaching you the true meaning of back to school.
fall is my favorite season. the colors, the feel. the smell, the taste. apples glowing, leaves falling. perfect weather to wear a sweater and jeans. comfort. cider and halloween. everyone dresses up, covering their true identity.
I miss the fall in a strange, absent-minded way. I walk through my neighborhood, feeling the hot sun beating down on my bare skin, and I wish I had the chill of autumn on my tongue and across my arms.
The wind was cool and blowing hard. Snow began to fall, but refused to stick to the ground. “October in Ohio,” Rebecca said to herself as she walked to the bus stop.
It was halloween, and for the first time in her life she decided to not go trick-or-treating. She wasn’t sure why, but 12 felt to old to go around and beg for candy. The real reason, though, was her mother. Her mother had forced her to be mature. Her mother had made her grow up. Her mother was the reason she lost her innocence.
But that was almost a year ago, that was a day that Rebecca tried to forget. That was a day exactly like the one that surrounded her as she walked to the bus stop on that snowy October morning.
It was late October, around Halloween. My friends and I were getting ready for the big bash that was to start within the next couple hours. I couldn’t wait to go because I knew the man of my dreams would be there.
its the begining of fall, and halloween takes place in this month, the leaves start to fall and it begins to get cold!
October is crisp. Clean. I think we should rearrange our calender so that October is the first month of the year. Screw the Mayans, October is the fresh start clean slate thing.
And I know about a trillion people whose birthday’s are in October.
October is crisp. Clean. I think we should rearrange our calender so that October is the first month of the year. Screw the Mayans, October is the fresh start clean slate thing.
And I know about a trillion people whose birthday’s are in October.
my sisters birthday, leaves falling, halloween, gorgeous, october blue, and fun.
October winds blowing clouds from back in June. Do you remember June, my dove? You promised not to forget. The cloudy days we spent hiding behind rocks and between trees. I fear October, three years from now. Will that be a beautiful time, or will we be crying?
before november… the month in wich almost finish the year… the october fest at venezuela (you can drink as much beer as you can…
its a very good month i like its kinda worm its never that cold is normal weather ocotber is the birthday of one of my brothers i think :P and i will be in school in october wich makes it bad , its the 3 month before the last month of the year.
My favorite month of the year is October. I was born on October third. I was the first girl born in sixteen years. Weird, huh? It took my parents twelve years to get pregnant.