now that its october pumpkins are taking over the world. pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin pie, pumpkin jam, trader joes pumpkin oat milk, pumpkin spice creamer, pumpkin pasta sauce, pumpkin beer, shit there’s probably pumpkin spice ketamine somewhere too.
usually i can’t stand it – ask my roommate from last year who i used to make fun of for making trips to bath & body works this time of the year (sorry marc) – but for some strange reason, the pumpkin king won this time. i bought a flannel scented candle from whole foods out of irony, but i … actually like the smell… i even got my current roommate to buy the …hayride scented one. i shouldn’t be sharing this with my huge following of seven (7) subscribers, but its like. maybe the christian autumn girls were right. maybe all we need is brown suede over the knee boots and a selfie in front of orange leaves to be happy.
this is all to preface that i went to a pumpkin patch in *hold breath* new. jersey. and Enjoyed myself.
wearing heaven by marc jacobs (duh) cardigan, a pleated skirt i bought off cowgirl clue (jus la tingz), mismatched knee high socks (4 da aesthetic) mid calf(?) platform combat boots from depop that r rly from public desire
im trying 2 b sneaky n like let u kno i have a boyfriend with out revealing who he is. a soft launch. so don’t zoom in!!!!!!
i don’t write poetry which sucks bc i wish i was sylvia plath, here’s a shitty attempt, jus pretend n feed my ego plz, im in a fragile state atm.
we also bought 2 pumpkins and apple cider donuts (not pictured) and i must say, apple def beats pumpkin. i jus don’t understand the pumpkin spice appeal, but i Will b carving a femme crossbone w hearts bc although i did one christian autumn girl thing, im still emo first and foremost.
xoxoxoxoxoox