𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏.

Bluebirds, the allegory of death, and the many implications that you must accept and open yourself to the world going forward even if you drown in its darkness, that’s over the garden wall.

The series have been a long time favorite of mine, the autumnal color schemes, Wirt’s endless poetic monologues, and so much more.

Have a good break y’all~