I really need to stop having the same God awful dream EVERY FREAKING NIGHT. I’m getting really sick of waking up crying, kicking, sweating, screaming and scared.
There’s nothing like just apple picking in the Fall, the first cold New York weather hitting you, the fashion sense steaming up, and the fresh apple cider and donuts.
I LOVE THE FALL.
And hats and scarves and knee socks and wearing tights for the first time in months and when…