[ojibwa]

what do they put in october and november that makes them the most ungodly mental breakdown psychosis inducing months imaginable. what are they storing in the orange leaves and generally grey drowsy atmosphere

[cryptid-letters-of-the-night]

Italy - a summer love

It’s the summer of 1983 I fell in love somewhere in Northern Italy Our eyes lock at a party And you push your way over to me Like a magnet or gravity. We chit-chat to the background of a love song I tell you I’m on vacation and not staying long You say “it’s just long enough for us” We dance to the beat and I feel this rush. When the party ends and it’s after midnight We keep it going by dancing underneath the moonlight Your eyes shimmer like the stars in the sky I have no wings but I feel like I can fly. Drunk off more than just the wine Your hands fit like they were made for mine And for the first time I mean it when I say “I’m fine”.

It’s the summer of 1983 There’s a crowd of people here, but all I see Is the spark between you and me. We’re just two lonely souls who don’t want to be alone I drive you wild and you drive me home The magical night doesn’t end there I show you where I’m staying and take you upstairs. Tangled in sheets, your hands in my hair I speak your name like a prayer. Your lips bring me back to life after feeling so dead Your touch says all that needs to be said.

It’s the summer of 1983 We’re inseparable, you and me We drive up the cliff by the sea And in your arms, I feel so safe and free Forget oxygen, your love is all I need I feel my old wounds heal with you When all they used to do Was bleed. When we’re together, we’re the object of everyone’s envy A love so pure and bright, it blinds all who sees.

It’s the summer of 1983 It’s getting colder now but I never want to leave You tell me to live in the moment and I start to believe That this can last forever, until the end of time But the days are growing numbered of how much longer I can call you mine All good things must come to an end, they say And it feels like I live worlds away But I have to get home And leave the truest thing I’ve ever known.

It’s the summer of 1983 And I ask you to run away with me But you have to stay because you have responsibilities. I can’t believe I thought this would last The summer always goes by too fast. You give me your jacket to keep as my own And I board the plane heartbroken and alone.

Gone is the summer of 1983 But I still carry you with me. And all I ask of you now Is wherever life takes you, somehow You never forget about me

Or the summer of 1983 When we were fools in love and carefree Somewhere in Northern Italy

[wetcherryliquor]

[mxxnlightsblog]

She loved all beautiful things. She loved nature, music, poetry. That was her whole existence.

[heartwasglass]

louise glück

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë (Currer Bell), from “Mementos”, featured in Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell

[tatsmyheart]

Seashore

[deviika]

Federico García Lorca

[lenskij]

i woke up like this (anxious)

[000l]

the way I care for people makes me wish I had somebody like me in my life

[stuckinapril]

half of my time spent in public spaces consists of me wondering if i’m acting normal enough

[azbirazhuzurverin-deactivated20]

&

[cheruib]

the moon? a very good friend. very supportive and lovely. always ready to listen to me,, thank u moon

[memories]

This is a museum of charming-cherry.

[000l]

you gotta build with somebody who wants it as bad as you do

[dreamgirlvibes]

Make your girl feel SAFE. That’s the secret.

[bbyyygirl]