My favorite month of the year is October. I was born on October 3. I was the first girl born in 16 years. Weird, huh? It took my parents 12 years to get pregnant.
October days are such sweet sorrow. (Erm, and parting is too!)
The breezy cool, the visible passage of time, the ‘in-between’ of it all, reminds me how transitory I am. But for now, I enjoy the show.
October is the month of the ancient pagan holiday Samhain. It is an extremely powerful month. It is the month of recoil rather than death. And yet it is the one month that you can really encounter the dead
I was born in october. About 18 years ago. I just learned of this fact, for about 12 years, my birthday was celebrated in july. It was a day I’d declared for myself, A day that I felt was the perfect birthday, better than some random day in october, the birthday that my weak excuse for parents gave me.
I was born in october. About 18 years ago. I just learned of this fact, for about 12 years, my birthday was celebrated in july. It was a day I’d declared for myself, A day that I felt was the perfect birthday, better than some random day in october, the birthday that my weak excuse for parents gave me.
The leaves descend like the setting moon and whispers grow in the bushes. Children’s laughter and blood run wild in the street. Sugary sacks and colored teeth gnash at your door for a friendly gift with empty threats of malicious harm.
October is a month of beginnings, for me. When I was younger, it was the month of my first word, and of my first day of kindergarten. Then, when I was older, it was the month of my first boyfriend and first kiss. And now it is the first month I will spend alone, away from home. The beginning of my life. So October is not really a month of beginnings, but also of endings…
october is a month of beginnings, for me. My first word, my first day of kindergarten. When I got older, it was the month of my first boyfriend and my first kiss. Now, it is the first month I will spend alone, away from home. It is beginning of my life. And so october is not just a month of beginnings, but also of endings…
amorph, phib, be my dark later month
see the salts?
see the masks?
you can see the eyes behind the masks.
only when light
i got
what
you need
tomorrow, forever, till glorious comes
and the rainbow breaks
and the large man cries for his wife
to the one i love
i love you my baby and will always you are the light of my life you make me happy and i trust you with all of my heart. you are the reason that i get up in the morning and i love you with more than i can say please dont leave me ever.
October; the sublime month when you expect great things of me. Kings with their ivy crowns and nymphs with delicate wings coated in the first signs of frost gather to wish me luck, or to see my off on my death march.
iT WAS A COLD oCTOBER MORNING, THE SUMMER HAD WORN OFF AND THE WINTER HAS NOT YET BEGAIN. wE went walking in the woods expecting an experience that so far I have only read about in books. Walking does not bring peace and an air of contentment to me. rather mosquito bites, a sore foot and out of breath I travel on, waiting for Nervona.
It was dark, cloudy. The rain had stopped falling but still I could smell it and feel the already fallen droops in the air. She lokked at me, smiled a bit. Politly, stonecold and with judgement. She still liked me I promise, but still her eyes were with out a clue.
it was october and the wind had changed. a little warmer. a little slower. my bags were packed. yes. but they were under my bed. still. hmm. my ticket. well it wasn’t quite bought. i had the money saved. well sort of. if i didn’t spend my next paycheck on anything i would definately have enough
October is a month in the fall. that is when the basketball season starts and also the beautiful changes in the pallet of nature. instead of greens and pinks of flowers we get tot see the oranges, yellows, reds, and browns that show the personality that we all love.
before november, october the 27th is my brothers birthday. October two years ago we pent haloween camping in a field. Me and mu friend annmarie ended up sleeping on the side of the road and i ate the most delicous roll of my life!
So, I’m going away to college in about two months or so, and, unlike, most of my colleagues, I have yet to feel any negative emotion like fear or homesickness, or anything but excitement; truth be told.
I’ve always liked the month of October. It has the colour of dust-blue and the texture of autumn leaves. It feels rough at the edges, crinkly but smooth at the centre. It’s cool. It’s warm. It’s when I feel alive and sleepy at once.
a dreary day in october, the rain laching the pavement and turning the nearby river to silver. she trop the watery paths of the ciry and thought of him, her hair streaming with little droplets.
i do like October, but not that much, the reason is that the weather gets a bit fine here and it tells me that winter in on its way… and since i’m a witer person -not that i was brn in it- but i just like it and hate summer…. i’m from a hot area, and summer is mostly all what we seem to have…
it’s the month for halloween and starting to think about christmas. I sometimes wish that I lived in america so then I would be able to make a bigger deal about halloween and have pumpkins everywhere.
I love the freshness in the air at this time of year and the fact that everywhere smells like woodsmoke and mulled wine.
The chilly months of October always remind me of you. I remember walking beside you as the snow fell to the ground. Our laughter still rings through my ears when I picture your face. When you left you took my heart with you and now I am left with nothing.
October is the month I started writing my first book. I’d had the idea for months at that point, and not writing it would’ve been some sort of sin. Mother didn’t like the swearing, or the gore, but that couldn’t be helped. It was the slums of New York, and the man was a cold blooded killer.
the chills of october are a long way off thank goodness. I’ve got a birthday party to go to. it’s a surprise so don’t go telling Damian Jones, 42 Nutsbatch Street, Normington, London please.
it is the time when the waiting begins-the wait for diwali!the wait for happiness, the wait for festivities, the wait for cribbing-how can people use crackers!”
It was a chilly October night. I tugged my scarf tight around my neck as I walked down the empty street. At this time of night, few people were driving, and even fewer walking.
When she finally made it to October, she decided to let the leaves fall from the tress in random patterns. Though it pained her, she permitted these fragile skydivers to dress in fabulous oranges and rusts, and she never warned them, not once, that their chutes would not open, allowing them the dignity of their gentle decent.
october is when the leaves fall and coat the ground. its when little furry things go to bed for a long time. its when trees get sick of their appearance and change drastically. its when mothers make their children wear big fuzzy overcoats and mittens. october is the time for family.
My favorite month of the year is October. I was born on October 3. I was the first girl born in 16 years. Weird, huh? It took my parents 12 years to get pregnant.
October days are such sweet sorrow. (Erm, and parting is too!)
The breezy cool, the visible passage of time, the ‘in-between’ of it all, reminds me how transitory I am. But for now, I enjoy the show.
October is the month of the ancient pagan holiday Samhain. It is an extremely powerful month. It is the month of recoil rather than death. And yet it is the one month that you can really encounter the dead
I was born in october. About 18 years ago. I just learned of this fact, for about 12 years, my birthday was celebrated in july. It was a day I’d declared for myself, A day that I felt was the perfect birthday, better than some random day in october, the birthday that my weak excuse for parents gave me.
I was born in october. About 18 years ago. I just learned of this fact, for about 12 years, my birthday was celebrated in july. It was a day I’d declared for myself, A day that I felt was the perfect birthday, better than some random day in october, the birthday that my weak excuse for parents gave me.
hi mahal. I really missed you na?hope to see you again.
October is the month after September. If your ever out in the old west in October, make sure you bring a garbage can.
You can cook stew in the garbage can.
If you call the cops you’ll go to jail in October.
hi mahal. I really missed you na?
The leaves descend like the setting moon and whispers grow in the bushes. Children’s laughter and blood run wild in the street. Sugary sacks and colored teeth gnash at your door for a friendly gift with empty threats of malicious harm.
October is a month of beginnings, for me. When I was younger, it was the month of my first word, and of my first day of kindergarten. Then, when I was older, it was the month of my first boyfriend and first kiss. And now it is the first month I will spend alone, away from home. The beginning of my life. So October is not really a month of beginnings, but also of endings…
october is a month of beginnings, for me. My first word, my first day of kindergarten. When I got older, it was the month of my first boyfriend and my first kiss. Now, it is the first month I will spend alone, away from home. It is beginning of my life. And so october is not just a month of beginnings, but also of endings…
i was born in october
Stupid pumpkins grinning from porches. Teenagers sneering. Then screaming. Then triumph. Then sequels of lessening quality. It happens in Hollywood.
october is the most ordinary month and there is nothing special about it.
amorph, phib, be my dark later month
see the salts?
see the masks?
you can see the eyes behind the masks.
only when light
i got
what
you need
tomorrow, forever, till glorious comes
and the rainbow breaks
and the large man cries for his wife
to the one i love
i love you my baby and will always you are the light of my life you make me happy and i trust you with all of my heart. you are the reason that i get up in the morning and i love you with more than i can say please dont leave me ever.
October; the sublime month when you expect great things of me. Kings with their ivy crowns and nymphs with delicate wings coated in the first signs of frost gather to wish me luck, or to see my off on my death march.
october is grey. but sometimes we put colors in it and make it loud. that’s when i like it.
my sister has birthday in october…
grey and brown.
ugly.
iT WAS A COLD oCTOBER MORNING, THE SUMMER HAD WORN OFF AND THE WINTER HAS NOT YET BEGAIN. wE went walking in the woods expecting an experience that so far I have only read about in books. Walking does not bring peace and an air of contentment to me. rather mosquito bites, a sore foot and out of breath I travel on, waiting for Nervona.
It was dark, cloudy. The rain had stopped falling but still I could smell it and feel the already fallen droops in the air. She lokked at me, smiled a bit. Politly, stonecold and with judgement. She still liked me I promise, but still her eyes were with out a clue.
it was october and the wind had changed. a little warmer. a little slower. my bags were packed. yes. but they were under my bed. still. hmm. my ticket. well it wasn’t quite bought. i had the money saved. well sort of. if i didn’t spend my next paycheck on anything i would definately have enough
October is a month in the fall. that is when the basketball season starts and also the beautiful changes in the pallet of nature. instead of greens and pinks of flowers we get tot see the oranges, yellows, reds, and browns that show the personality that we all love.
before november, october the 27th is my brothers birthday. October two years ago we pent haloween camping in a field. Me and mu friend annmarie ended up sleeping on the side of the road and i ate the most delicous roll of my life!
halloween
pumpkin carvings
ghosts
witches
movie charecters
scary spooky
lots of candy
that of course, is my favorite part.
So, I’m going away to college in about two months or so, and, unlike, most of my colleagues, I have yet to feel any negative emotion like fear or homesickness, or anything but excitement; truth be told.
I’ve always liked the month of October. It has the colour of dust-blue and the texture of autumn leaves. It feels rough at the edges, crinkly but smooth at the centre. It’s cool. It’s warm. It’s when I feel alive and sleepy at once.
October’s the month where I’ll have a new life on my hands. It felt wonderful – everything did.
Little did I know that I wouldn’t be able to see my child.
october is the greatest thing to ever happen to the world. you can always see banshees running about
a dreary day in october, the rain laching the pavement and turning the nearby river to silver. she trop the watery paths of the ciry and thought of him, her hair streaming with little droplets.
i do like October, but not that much, the reason is that the weather gets a bit fine here and it tells me that winter in on its way… and since i’m a witer person -not that i was brn in it- but i just like it and hate summer…. i’m from a hot area, and summer is mostly all what we seem to have…
it’s the month for halloween and starting to think about christmas. I sometimes wish that I lived in america so then I would be able to make a bigger deal about halloween and have pumpkins everywhere.
I love the freshness in the air at this time of year and the fact that everywhere smells like woodsmoke and mulled wine.
The chilly months of October always remind me of you. I remember walking beside you as the snow fell to the ground. Our laughter still rings through my ears when I picture your face. When you left you took my heart with you and now I am left with nothing.
October is the month I started writing my first book. I’d had the idea for months at that point, and not writing it would’ve been some sort of sin. Mother didn’t like the swearing, or the gore, but that couldn’t be helped. It was the slums of New York, and the man was a cold blooded killer.
the chills of october are a long way off thank goodness. I’ve got a birthday party to go to. it’s a surprise so don’t go telling Damian Jones, 42 Nutsbatch Street, Normington, London please.
it is the time when the waiting begins-the wait for diwali!the wait for happiness, the wait for festivities, the wait for cribbing-how can people use crackers!”
It was a chilly October night. I tugged my scarf tight around my neck as I walked down the empty street. At this time of night, few people were driving, and even fewer walking.
Leise sinkt das Blatt zu Boden, langsam, wurde noch einmal umher gewirbelt.
“Oh Mama, schau mal wie sch
October is actually the tenth month. Bloody Roman emperors and their dreams of Calendar-related immortality. They’ve gone and screwed it up. Bastards.
When she finally made it to October, she decided to let the leaves fall from the tress in random patterns. Though it pained her, she permitted these fragile skydivers to dress in fabulous oranges and rusts, and she never warned them, not once, that their chutes would not open, allowing them the dignity of their gentle decent.
october is when the leaves fall and coat the ground. its when little furry things go to bed for a long time. its when trees get sick of their appearance and change drastically. its when mothers make their children wear big fuzzy overcoats and mittens. october is the time for family.