hangsawoman:

it’s i have let more time go by summer

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antigonick:

He bumped into things or knocked things over because he hadn’t realized how big he had gotten. He was a little boy—we were both little boys—but I was in my forties, he was in his fifties.

—Richard Siken, excerpt of “Gun Case”

petaltexturedskies:

The summer night glowed; in the field fireflies were glinting. And for those who understood such things, the stars were sending messages.

Louise Glück, from Midsummer in ‘Poems 1962-2012’

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nobrashfestivity:

André Bauchant
Flowers, 1933

Carnegie Museum

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fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Sue zhao/Ryan O'Connell

Mary Oliver, from “When Did It Happen?,” Felicity: Poems (Penguin Press, 2015)

cliveguy:

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louisegluckpdf:

in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay

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allthingseurope:

Pilsen, Czech Republic (by Helgoland01)

chaiteen:

chaiteen:

“But tonight” is just perfect term, it’s like despite despite despite! Despite tomorrow when the sun comes up, we’re here together, the longing of holding onto a moment forever and never letting it go!

glowcowboy:

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

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orpheuslament:

summers like. you will feel a loneliness so profound youll fear it has no end but also sometimes God will place their cooling hand on yr forehead & you will feel held for the first time

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