I really missed out on the impending coldness that made me turn around after opening my front door to run and find my fingerless gloves. it's real.
and i kinda like it.
Brew me a cup for the winter's night
for the wind howls loud...and the furies fight
And spice it with love and stir it with care
i'll toast to our bright eyes my sweetheart fair.
kinfolk magazine (vol.2)
via: modernhepburn. scotch&soda. tidbitanomalous. thebowtielife. tonykuchar.
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