“Im Not Dignifying That With A Response” Gets Me Every Time. Im Not Acknowledging Tht Stupid Ass

The pale december sun illuminating the landscape on this very cold day.

In December, our conversations become longer; everybody acts surprised by how quickly the year came to an end when we all know how. We talk about being better next year, we write resolutions but never fulfil the ones we wrote the previous year. The season turns extreme, leaves don't fall anymore, they die on their branches. Some people await the holidays while some fear how different or similar their life will be next year (they always fear the latter) In December we realize that life is fickle and death might come uninvited.

Gillian Flynn, from Sharp Objects

i am completely normal and i don’t crave love every day at all (i look for it in every nook and cranny and these days the sun sinks too soon and the cold encloses my bones in a vice-like grip and december will come and go and it’ll be just another year i’m left without love)

at work today after a snowstorm ❅

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– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]