очередной день месяц и год в интернете мусолят тему кому же блять принадлежат косы так вот вы не поверите у всех народов на всей земле есть такая ебейшая штука как ВОЛОСЫ и все народы на всей земле могут их стричь, красить и заплетать как угодно
This is the time of long, golden evenings, harvests being gathered in, swallows lining up on telephone wires, blackberries ripening on the briars. I have to admit, I love it and loathe it all at once. It's such a mellow, beautiful time of year, but with every tiny sign of the summer passing there's a sense of regret, that maybe I didn't make the most of it, that there were sunrises and sunsets I missed, and that it will be gone for a long time before we spin around to this point again. But autumn is peeping around the corner, with mists and soft light, and it will be every bit as wonderful as summer was. Won't it?!
📍 Peak District, England