“But Why, Why, Why Can’t People Just Say What They Mean?”

“I will breathe. I will think of solutions. I will not let my worry control me. I will not let my stress level break me. I will simply breathe. I will be OK because I don’t quit.”

— Shayne McClendon

“The people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else … learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.”

— Neil Gaiman

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“The saddest thing about betrayal is it never comes from your enemies.”

— Unknown

Fall Bucket List 2022

Watch 33 horror movies

Make a fall playlist

Carve pumpkins

Eat candycorn

Make spooky cocktails

Spooky bath bombs

Read all Edgar Allen Poe

Go to Scarywood

Seattle horror movie exhibit

Shanghai tunnels your

Watch Over the Garden Wall

Make fall bandana for McMuffin

Make ghost pillows

Make frankensweaters

Watch Tales from the Dark Side

Make creepy dream catchers

Buy fall candles

Make fall face masks

Make mulled cider

Watch Friday the 13th show

Decorate apartment

Eat pumpkin pie

Watch Halloween Wars

New fall wardrobe

Halloween bar crawl

Cool costumes

Watch Cabinet of Curiosities

Bake something

Go to an old graveyard

Halloween party at dads

Go to a haunted house

Watch Wednesday

Read 6 books

Get bloody shower curtain

Halloweentown tour

Haunted corn maze

Roast pumpkin seeds

Pumpkin spice latte

Finish The Walking Dead

Put McMuffin in a costume

Start manifesto podcast

Fall hike

Try 3 weird pumpkin spice items

Make skull ice cubes

Go to a pumpkin patch

Make skill sweatshirts

Restart nwms podcast

Haunted hike

Gloomy beach trip

See Twin Peaks town

Make creepy weaves

3 fall themed dinners

Become a coffee expert

See a ghost town

Stay in a haunted hotel

Go to a concert

Finish Bates Motel

Hike to old plane wreckage

Get a tattoo

Fort Vancouver haunted tour

golden hour // san diego, ca

Whispers of Autumn

I remember the way the seasons would turn,

How autumn arrived with its soft, gentle burn.

The leaves would fall, golden and bright,

Like whispers of secrets that fade with the light.

It was months before the trees turned red,

I saw you then, but you turned your head.

I lingered, hoping for that fleeting glance,

And when you caught me, it felt like a chance.

Not just once, but again and again,

Our eyes would meet in that silent refrain.

People talked, their voices a soft rustle,

But we stayed quiet, lost in the subtle.

Outside the classroom, you’d be near,

Your presence behind me, always clear.

We never spoke, but your eyes said enough,

In that autumn air, we shared something tough.

Thirteen years since those moments we knew,

And still, your shadow lingers, so true.

Your gaze, your silence, it shaped my past,

A memory that echoes, meant to last.

You’ve built a life now, with love and a home,

And sometimes I wonder, when I’m alone—

Was our silence a blessing or a curse left behind?

A story untold, a love undefined?

If you had wanted, you would’ve made it clear,

But perhaps the quiet was all we could bear.

Maybe it was the silence that held us tight,

A love that was felt but never took flight.

As autumn returns, I feel the same weight,

The brush of the wind, the threads of our fate.

The leaves still fall, they don’t whisper your name,

But in the rustling, I hear echoes of the same.

Perhaps it’s the autumn, or the memory we keep,

That binds me to moments I still silently reap.

We were always the season that never quite came,

A fleeting love, lost in autumn’s soft frame.