end of summer




normally i am ready for fall.

but this summer went by so fast.

didn't it?

fall is such a glorified time of year.

words like "cozy" and "crisp" clog your senses when in reality it should be words like "virus" and "vomit". 

october-march is usually spent knee deep in hand sanitizer and doctor's offices. 

so what the fuck are we getting excited about it for?


serioulsy though, i love fall. 


p.s. i do heareby declare art deco furniture covered barkcloth "a thing".

doesn't it go well with the surf shack look?