my brother, was once quoted during his college days, calling himself the “king of summer”. he will never live this down, however i am going to steal his phrasing and say that if i am the king of anything… its fall. fall means so much to me. it means the return of breathable air, the evening jog that feels so good and most importantly fashion that murders every other season in cold blood. fall is everything. being secretly fancy in summer exists, however it only exists in the shadow of it’s approaching superior season that brings boots, layers and coats galore. thank you fall, for how alive you make me feel and how fruitful you make my outfits.
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