Red sky at night; the setting harvest moon; heat lightning; the arrival of fall; playing with my dogs’ ears; my mother’s failing attempts to dress our pets in increasingly ridiculous costumes; cloud watching; discovering new music; flipping through House of Leaves and gawking at the typography (need to read!); seeing my name in the table of contents of a magazine, a first for me; cemetery surfing.
Gas masks; abandoned houses; cemeteries at night; cryptozoology; tiny sailboats against a stormy backdrop; foxfire; reconstructed dolls; snagging a rad black dress for $1; skulls; creative jack-o-lanterns; clunky doorknockers; cocoa butter; the sunset reflected in a window; pinstripes; the sound of coyotes howling in the field next door; Hunter S. Thompson’s photography; fairy tale retellings (“Snow, Glass, Apples” by Neil Gaiman is a favorite); black boots; hot chocolate; surprise food in the mail; laughing at the costume selection in Wal-Mart and wandering the aisles in what I think was an ogre mask; chipped nail polish; BLT sandwiches; sweet iced tea; new neighbors.
© Hunter S. Thompson
© Chris J*
© Dalla*
Apple cider vinegar; my ceramic flat iron; thrift store finds; Little Caesars; cutting my own hair; picture frames; new books; night photography; Drake Labry’s artwork; bad fanfiction; researching for my novel; Victorian slang; nautical vernacular; finding jeans that fit; argan oil; Halloween decorations; the smell of lit fireplaces, burning leaves, and old libraries; bare trees; long sleeves; October and Pa-Pow by BPAL; sightseeing via Flickr.
