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Top Comments of this video!! :3
to the ppl that write those povs/short stories in the comments, i truly and genuinely wish you the best and ily
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[this is a work of fiction!!!!]
my sister always used to write letters to the seasons, detailing how much she loved each specific one. on each letter, she would rub certain smells that reminded her of the season.
Her favorite season was always fall. I would sit next to her on the steps as she carefully considered what to write before scribbling it out and smiling down. Then she would run out and bury it in the backyard somewhere.
As she got sicker and sicker, she would compare the way her hair slowly started to fall out to the way leaves would die on trees. I would get a sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach whenever she said that but would nod and look away.
"When I'm going will you write to fall for me?" She whispered. " I just want her to know I'm gone.
"Of course," I murmured back.
But now that she's gone, I have no idea how I can tell her favorite season how she's never coming back.
edit: thanks for the likes everyone! <3
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Dearest winds,
Did you carry my message well to him?
Did you tell him whom these flowers I bloom all season for?
Or did he care not for any of them?
Summer had told me about him again.
How his fiery hair ruffles when you pass by,
Or how he likes changing the colors of the leaves so they match his hair.
Summer's always annoyed at how he always makes it too cold for him to stay around,
"Oh the nerves of his!" he'd say when he met me.
I wish my flowers had survived longer so I could peek at him again this year.
Last year he let one of my daisies lived until Winter came. He kept the pot with him and smiled at it often. Do you think he'd realized it was my doing?
Oh, I do long for the time I could show myself to him.
But the Gods are cruel, aren't they?
If only I could curse at them,
I'd curse Aphrodite for making me love him so.
Or was it Cupid that thought it was fun to play with our fate?
Even Winter laughed when I told her about my love for him.
"How ironic", she'd said.
So dearest winds,
Would you be so kind and send my message again to him this year?
Tell him I'd be waiting,
In the cold of air,
In the calm of a river,
And in the silence of a forest.
Tell him to look for my love,
In the flowers bloomed,
In the leaves changing,
And of course,
In the winds blowing.
Because that,
Is how a Spring loves an Autumn.
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Jane Austen naming the sweet sister who can do no wrong after herself is the kind of self-indulgent energy I want to bring to everything I write
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Currently writing and will post a mini story here soon. Stay tuned lovelies 😉
POV: You weren’t prepared for the rain that suddenly began so instead of going home, you rushed inside the first open building you could find.
Without knowing, you had entered a jazz club and interrupted a calm performance when you abruptly opened and shut the door. Your hair had been matted down with water so you knew you looked like an absolute mess, judging from how others stared at you.
But the lead singer on the stage momentarily gazed at you before giving a small smile and looked to the side. He had never stopped singing and you noticed how smooth his voice was, like velvet.
That smile he had given you, though slight and small, held so much charm. It was warm and inviting like the crackling fireplace nearby. You made your way to the nearest barstool that was unoccupied and stayed for the entire show, long after the rain had gone.
While people lightly clapped, you sighed as you propped an elbow on the counter and leaned your face against an open hand. The show was truly spectacular but you would’ve been lying if you said a certain singer hadn’t made an impression.
“Would you like a drink, madame?”
You slightly frowned as you watched the lead singer disappear backstage. Hearing the bartender gently repeat himself, you swiveled around and sheepishly smiled.
“Ah yes, could I have a-“
“Just one moment.” The bartender smiled before quickly leaving your presence.
Your face reddened at the awkward interaction. You pressed your cold hands against your warming cheeks in an attempt to cool them.
The bartender soon returned and he handed you a manila colored card.
“For you.” Was all he said with the same considerate smile.
You turned the card and on it was written:
Glad you stayed
You noticed the number written next to the little drawn microphone and your heart fluttered.
“Still want that drink?” The bartender asked and all you could do was shake your head with a shy grin. All you could think about now was the phone call you were going to make tomorrow.
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"you know, they said to me, that i'm too weak. that i will never make anything actually matter. and guess what? i feel like i'm making something" — aster marshen - ruckov, burning pile
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I literally screamed when I heard a song from Gilmore Girls. I'm watching it for the 10th time. and all this time i didn't know it was an actual song lol. this is the best autumn playlist i've ever listened to. thank you
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I've missed like three premieres so I just now noticed I'm a moderator, and omg tysm <333 I love all your content. You're amazing <3
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The first song makes me feel like I’m being held in the arms of my lover, being spoiled with forehead kisses as the rain softly patters against the window panes. The tv, playing a romantic fall Hallmark film, sits atop a crackling fireplace, adding to the warm, cozy atmosphere I so dearly enjoy. I pop Carmel corn into my mouth and taste its fresh sweetness. Then I take a large sip of my hot cocoa, topped with miniature marshmallows, and snuggle closer to my lover, catching a glimpse of the red and orange-colored leaves falling from the trees.
Hope you guys enjoyed this lil story:)
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"When the leaves change and flutter to the ground, I think of your auburn hair and it's seemingly endless cascade of curls.
When the rain falls, I dream of you dancing carefree through the puddles as though wet clothes were the last concern on your mind.
And when the fire crackles, I reminisce in the sight of you sitting, once bent over a novel and scribbling notes in the margins.
When the wind blows, I dream of you laughing with me as the wind tangled our hair and rumpled our clothes.
These memories won't subside, so it seems the autumn season won't let me forget you, my dear."
Blinking back tears and placing flowers on the marked ground in front of them, they say at last, "The memories are all we have left, anyway."
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Writing down letters to him wasn’t what I planned when I walk into the bookstore. The gramophone beside the shelves is playing all those songs we usually love to hear, rain begins to hit the window beside me. Memories, all those memories about me and him appeared so quietly, flying through those years that have passed by, and that’s when I suddenly realized, it was autumn too when we first met.
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amore, dearest
i waltz with the soul of fall
as your ambience arms spin me around
we dance like the moonlight
as it decorates the leaves,
fallen from the abditory verses
there is no stillness,
in this arcane season
creatures of autumn whisper secrets
but we are yet to understand them
spring fruits catch fire in our hands
we murmur our apologies to treetops
they are bare, fallen have their words
souls lost in the wind-
dance among the branches
my, my love!
our love has grown colder
yet our hearts are still stuck together
like stars to the northern sky
in this moment no words
dance on my tongue
nor do they swim through my mind
my lasting regard is this faltering night-
with you, for you
my love is in autumn
for my verses bare
and my words have fallen.
wattpad: cupidsbeloved
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A sweet melody drifted into their ear causing him to grin and her to blush profusely and look down at her slippers.
"Darling?" "Yes," her hopeful eyes gazed up at him and his heart swelled with joy, "May I have this dance?" a mischievous grin covered her freckled face and she nodded.
He pulled her in by her waist, which was covered in a floral nightgown, and glided across the room, occasionally stepping on each other's toes but it didn't matter to them, to them it was perfect.
The moon shone through the paned window, bouncing light off the mirror that lay perched on the wall and onto themselves, even nature was rooting for them, giving them a soft shove, showing them that they were made to be.
She gazed up at the lips that she so yearned to kiss and he stared down at the brilliant eyes that he wanted to wipe the tears off of.
He placed his hands on his hips and hoisted her up in the air, choosing to ignore the shrieks of protests and terrified giggles that followed.
"You really are gorgeous love," he whispered after tucking a lock of auburn hair behind her ear causing her to beam uncontrollably.
He had never understood the saying, their eyes twinkled when they smiled but that was before he met her, that was before fate had nudged them together, that was before he got to stare into her emerald eyes and see flecks of gold glinting in them.
She tilted her head and pressed their lips together, kissing his softly and slowly like nothing in the world mattered more and to them, it didn't, they were each other's everything, to them nothing could have torn them away from that moment, not in a million years.
(wattpad- bELLAAAAAAA__)
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POV: You pushed open the swinging door and stepped into the warm cafe. The smell of hot, fresh cinnamon buns and coffee wafted out from the kitchen. The cafe walls were a warm brown and wooden chairs with cushions were set up around round tables. You took a seat and got out your notebook and pen. A waiter walked up toward your table and set down a menu. You chose two Swiss rolls and an English muffin, with a cup of latte to wash it all down. While waiting for your food you admired the peaceful little cafe. Plants sat on shelves and pretty paintings hung on the walls. You began describing your fall themed surroundings, short, white lace curtains hung above windows that showed the falling leaves and colourful cars passing by and soft music played from an old radio on one of the shelves. Next to you sat a couple, two girls laughing together. Kids with chocolate stained mouths smiled cheerfully and there was the sound of happy chatting.
Sorry I took so long to do this. Also it's kinda bad but I hope y'all enjoy! 💕💖
Please tell me what I could improve or if I spelled something wrong
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I think girls here should meet some story writers who make overwhelming movies cause you all write such beautiful piece of art
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I just winged this whole thing so here we go:
"A romantics love letter to fall"
The slow jazzy song playing from the stereo of the coffee shop charmed every customers into a sweet calming relaxation.
The rain is falling rather heavier than usual. Droplets falls on the large glass window, washing the see through glass turning it into somewhat of a hazy view to the outside.
A guy sitting at he window seat had a fountain pen in his hand, a couple pieces of papers scattered on the table, some even stained with the coffee he spilled at some point. He was writing a letter.
To whom?
[They said fall is the season that things get a bit darker, turning a little slower, making you a bit lonelier and maybe even a bit depressing to some. To me however, this is the perfect season.] He started the letter.
He thought back to many of the wonderful memories he had of fall.
[The leaves on the tree changes colors. The whole street is covered with golden, yellow, red carpet of them. Someone once told me that if you catch the falling maple leaf midair when you're with someone, you're destined to be with that person forever.]
He smiled slightly after he penned that paragraph.
[It rains during this time. A lot actually. It's windy too. But I really like the sound of the rain falling. I love the coldness that it brings, the calmness it put me into. The wind bringing me fresh air. At times it helped blow my sadness away. It even brought me someone special once.]
His writing hand paused. He pondered with a reminiscing smile.
[Fall brought me the coziest things I could ask for. Cozy food. Warm drinks. Gorgeous sight. Rich scents. Cozy night in... You're not the hot summer, also not the cold colorless winter. You didn't bring me the heat and you put the rich color into the cold. You bring me warmth in a way that I didn't think was possible. For me you're a change. A change that's always welcomed. A chance. A start of something wonderful.]
He almost finishes the coffee in his cup. He take a look outside and the rain is starting to slow down.
[So remember, no matter what, you matter to someone. Someone appreciate you, cherish you. You bring someone so much joy. You might be the darkness, the slowing down, the depressing, the lonely part to some people but you're the beauty, the beginning, the colorful and gathering to some other people.]
He pauses again. His writing hand moved unsurely, trying to find the right words to put down on the paper.
[You brought me so many things. Maybe more than I could ever asked for. Please stay maybe a little longer. Not really a selfish wish. I just hope that maybe you can bring others the things you brought me. Then people will understand why you're special like that. My love will always stay.]
He put the pen down. Picked up the paper and blow on it lightly for the ink to dry.
The coffee is now finished. The rain stopped. The jazzy song seems to come to an end as well. Customers went out of the shop, one then others until the shop is significantly less packed than before.
The guy packed up his things. He didn't bring his letter though. He doesn't need the letter.
He wrote a love letter to fall.
Now fall is waiting for him outside. Waiting for him to feel the magic of this season all over again.
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stay
i wish you stayed around
till fall
i love the wind
but you're the storm
oh beloved
the trees are so tall
but my love for you is taller
it's visible to the world
but you're oblivious
the leaves fall
but youre not around
catch them for me, love
stay, i say
in a world of seasons, you're all
but im fall
and i wish you stayed
to see me fall for you again
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This is perfect for the autumn weather 🍁✨ thank you!
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A lil poem 🍂
Fall-ing for Myself
Cold night of October.
Leaves falling all over the floor,
A end of a cycle, a new beggining.
Brown, orange, red.
It doesn’t remind me of anyone,
but myself.
Right now I am falling,
Falling for a new start
Is it cold? yes, of course it is;
But there have been colder times,
and warmer as well.
I wanna see,
If I get to winter by myself,
And wait until the next fall,
To start over again
As I always say, english isn't my first language, if anyone finds a mistake please let me know =)
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TIMESTAMPS 0:00 tis autumn, nat king cole trio 3:09 everybody loves somebody, dean martin 5:53 moonlight in vermont, frank sinatra 9:28 pale september, fiona apple 15:20 o children, nick cave and the bad seeds 22:09 how to dream, sam phillips 25:17 mrs. magic, strawberry guy 28:47 say yes, elliott smith 31:06 champagne problems, taylor swift 35:14 halah, mazzy star 38:33 the gold, phoebe bridgers 42:27 reflecting light, sam phillips 45:44 the night we met, lord huron 49:13 burning hill, mitski 50:46 the meadow (new moon soundtrack) 54:50 young and beautiful, lana del rey 58:48 nocturne op.9 no.2, chopin
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