Even lions go considerably out of their way to walk through those crunchy leaves: lovingmyselfishard: catsbeaversandducks: Frolicking in the autumn leaves, this little lion cub is having the time of her life as she excitedly plays in her enclosure. Tiny cub Karis proved she’s not too dissimilar to human children as she threw herself into …

It didn’t seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head numb as a snowdrift. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via larmoyante)

August feels like a hinge in the year. Swing backwards and summer is there, swing forward and fall is waiting. I’m in the swing forward camp. I’m never sorry to the see summer end, although I’ll miss the peaches. I’m ready for sweaters and socks and new suede shoes. Stephanie Madewell  There is nothing better …