recipes, autumn, and pumpkins remind me of the smell of my house in the fall that one year when we went for drives all the time. my entire house is mostly brown, and orange- its a fall house.
in the spring it seems awfully strange to live in it, but the upper floor is a moss green colour which fits, i guess.
it reminds me of the stuff we pull out of the pond when its getting too thick, and i end up getting bruised knees covered in rocks and mulch which my step dad keeps throwing shit at me.
not shit, no. not poo. its called algae.
my room reminds me of the summer, but it also reminds me of some persian dream. paisley prints, gold orange and magenta glittering all over the place.
i sit in here and i remember falling into the creek when i was trying to walk across, and my best friend laughed and fell in poison oak, and we spent the next two hours contemplating how to fix the mess.
the basement is the winter room, because its sort of blue. maybe the living room, because its april second and we still haven't taken down our tree.
celebrating christmas every day just makes me lose the sentiments for it.
...did i just ruin christmas?
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