I will moan every single day that it’s too hot, I don’t care. I hate the heat, I hate summer. I hate feeling gross and I hate not being able to wear layers of comfy clothes and thick socks. I hate being sweaty, I hate feeling faint and I hate getting headaches constantly because I’m too hot.
I want cold foggy mornings, that autumn breeze and feeling snug all wrapped up. I want to be cold, I want to drink pumpkin spiced lattes by bonfires and toast marshmallows. I want the leaves to turn orange and to see halloween decorations on the shelves.
every time this post comes around, my favorite part is the “I know it’s the Mets” qualifier at the beginning lmao like how baseball that this zillion note posts starts with “sorry for putting this hellteam on your dash, bUT”
