🍂 To the Girl I Become Every Fall 🍁

Every year, like clockwork, I feel myself soften when the air cools.

Fall doesn’t just arrive… it awakens something in me.

The way the sky dims early, the way the leaves die slow and golden,

The way everything feels quieter, but somehow deeper.

I become that girl again.

The one who lights candles just to feel something.

Who rewatches old shows like Ghost Whisperer because she finds comfort in the familiar.

Who wears Uggs with fuzzy socks and carries gloss in every bag.

Who sits by the window with a warm drink, daydreaming about everything and nothing at all.

I’m more in tune with myself in the fall.

I crave warmth — not just physically, but emotionally.

I want slow mornings, late-night talks, and hugs that linger.

I want cinnamon, nostalgia, and soft music playing while I clean my space.

Fall isn’t just my favorite season…

it’s a return to the version of me I love the most.

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Let winter come. I’m already wrapped in layers of comfort, intention, and lip gloss.

xoxo, Princa🍁🍂 living soft, sipping sparkling water, and catching cute feelings for fall 🍁🍂🎀