Fall in love, fall in love
Be happy, be happy
(bees, melted, ty segall. at least that’s what it sounds like.)

Sometimes i wonder why i always fall in love in the Fall
is it the cold or the change or the beauty
everything looks good and warm and nice
just when you start to feel cold and alone and hybernate-y
you lose the sunlight and find it in other people

that sounded pretty much right, until a few moments ago when i realized
it’s
much
simpler
than that.
you fall in love in Fall because it’s part of the Fall.
Fall.
In.
Love.
You can’t be in the Fall without being in the Love.

For those of you that this was immediately-way-too-sappy-for -
whoever thought: UGH I CAN’T STAND THIS! -
why are you still reading? you don’t have to torture yourself!
As a punishment i’m going to tell you about a meaningless dream i had the other night
in which i freed a trapped turtle from a small box and we entered a talent show
i’ve since named him Neutrino, the fastest and least understood turtle in the universe
and i plan to torment him endlessly with a rigorous training regimen
he’ll be a teenage mutant ginger turtle and i’ll be his track coach
and i’ll taunt him mercilessly as i effortlessly crush him in all our races to the kitchen.
There, now you have that on your conscience too.

Next time you won’t click the link bait.