postcard beach.

a little grey

[aachanel]

[sorrrowfull]

[museenkuss]

July. litchi lemonade. warm museums and cool libraries. journaling in the gentle hour after sunset. neroli and orange blossoms. ice cream with a shot of amaretto. Anaïs Nin. the languid sensuality after a cool afternoon shower. cotton on warm skin. very gentle yoga. honeydew in the summer dark.

[rosenbraut]

August. blackberry-stained fingers. solo picnics in the park. red lip stain. sweating cans of mango juice. reading poetry anthologies centred around certain cities for mini vacations. late night ice cream. Nabokov. fresh baguette with smoked salmon. sea salt body scrub.

[papayajuan2019]

i love the world so much. why do i often forget this

[anditslove]

Andrea Gibson, Birthday

[weltenwellen]

Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

[magpiegirlforever]

need a t-shirt that says i had a weird heavily symbolic dream last night please don't talk to me

[distortted]

Trista Mateer, from The Dogs I Have Kissed

[bakhetbek]

[text ID:

I Swear Somewhere This Works

In a parallel universe or another world or a different life,

we sit across from each other

at the kitchen table

and go over the grocery list.

/end ID]

[inkpressedpetals]

[keremelcream]

—richard siken, the language of birds; from “war of foxes”

[yms1]

I be scrolling down my own blog wanting to follow myself

[jackarooo]

[vexheart]

[bxbs]

​

[seaoflove]

i love using those perfume sample paper-cards as bookmarks because then every book will be clouded in a certain scent. capable of evoking so much nostalgia when you re-read it later <3 for example the song of achilles is sundazed (duh) by byredo because i got that sample when i was in the mediterranean two summers ago. so by now it has a faint scent of hazy sunlight, salty sea-foam and that sweet special smell of sunscreen. it just adds so much dimension and scent is such a powerful thing like even just sensing it now brings me right back to that sundrenched beach where i spent days immersed in that book!! god . every aspect of my life just comes down to a perpetual longing

[petaltexturedskies]

It’s dusk, dearest. (In passing, isn’t ‘dusk’ a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and—and—dusky.) In daylight I belong to the world; in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I’m free from both and belong only to myself—and you.

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

[didanagy]

THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG (2009)

dir. john musker and ron clements

[ofallingstar]

Materialists (2025)