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[angelicdewdrop]

[loveridden1999]

[geopsych]

More from the orchard, mid-August

[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[rival2lover]

let's all care. Forever

[luckism]

A Franciscan monk taking a break from tending to the fields to pet a cat (2004)

Captured by photographer Steve McCurry at the Sanctuary of Santa Maria della Foresta in Rieti, Italy.

[allloversbetray]

Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson // Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn // Musica Humana by Ilya Kaminsky // Basic August by Eileen Myles // Imitations of Drowning by Anne Sexton // Will You Please Be Quiet, Please? by Raymond Carver // The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner // Atmospheric Embroidery by Meena Alexander // The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath // The Women by Kim Addonizio // 

[yourtryhard]

[soracities]

joy is a habit. just so u know.

[thereignclub-trc]

being alive is the special occasion.

[fortuneaday]

[banhmigoddess]

you don’t need to reinvent yourself this summer; you simply need to return to the things that make you feel most like you

[crocanti]

[kosmogrl]

everybody needs to read more. read all the time. read every day. read read read

[lovingloudly-archived]

it’s a new month !!!!!!! and i hope something wonderful happens in it for you !!!!!

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

omg guys happy bone swallowing august

[apoemaday]

Gratitude List

by Laura Foley

Praise be this morning for sleeping late, the sandy sheets, the ocean air, the midnight storm that blew its waters in. Praise be the morning swim, mid-tide, the clear sands underneath our feet, the dogs who leap into the waves, their fur, sticky with salt, the ball we throw again and again. Praise be the green tea with honey, the bread we dip in finest olive oil, the eggs we fry. Praise be the reeds, gold and pink in the summer light, the sand between our toes, our swimsuits, flapping in the breeze.