*starts to rain*
Thank god, I was so tired of that yellow orb making me sweat

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*starts to rain*
Thank god, I was so tired of that yellow orb making me sweat
Estival (adj.) — "belonging to summer" feels like the memory of sun lingering in your bones, the quiet comfort of light late into evening, the ease of summer unfolding all around. A a word for bare shoulders, warm wind, sticky fruit, and salty skin. For long days, slow nights, soft sunsets, and ocean air. The adjective estival comes from the Latin word aestivalis, meaning "of summer" from aestas (summer).
Jean Paul Lemieux, Les Ursulines
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SUIMA
"The Room That Doesn't Exist" (2024)
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maroon u stupid fucks
Four Adventures of Reinette and Mirabelle (1987, dir. Éric Rohmer)
this summer I have really done nothing I didn't feel like doing: stayed up late to read, read dozens of periodicals, hit or miss, beached it, swum, sunned, shopped extravagantly (I just better get some money soon from something or they won't let me go over because of debts), and eaten meals whenever I happened to feel hunger.
Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath, Vol. I: 1940-1956
die birken auf dem deich sind mager geworden, durchsichtig, gelbstichig ihr schatten nicht länger der rede wert, sie sind wie wir
This shit is like liquid berries. One taste and you'll be lost in the bushes.
Alex Colville, June Noon, 1963
I believe in the light thats on the water
Natalia Motuzko - The Voice of Grass (1992)