“I was bleeding with a September kind of longing; the type of longing that is both patient and unconditional.”
— Huang O, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth & Ling Chung from “To The Tune ‘Soaring Clouds’,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“I was bleeding with a September kind of longing; the type of longing that is both patient and unconditional.”
— Huang O, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth & Ling Chung from “To The Tune ‘Soaring Clouds’,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
*sitting alone on my bed* *thinks “hm. i can’t keep living like this.”* *keeps living like this*
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
the end of august/beginning of september smells like a brimming cup of tea, new textbooks, and autumn slowly approaching
[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’
a poem by Frank O’Hara]
Charlotte Eriksson
“..the June nights are long and warm; the roses flowering; and the garden full of lust and bees..”
— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vanessa Bell c. June 1926
March — earl grey and madeleines, days gently stretching on in hues of blue and pink, honey-scented lotion, stopping to count buds on rose bushes, opening the window to smell the rain while reading, almond cream cake, a trace of perfume lingering on the collar of a light coat, love notes in book margins, the first warm wind tangling in long hair, fresh baguette and a dripping umbrella. introspection and observation - a cool-tender bloom.
Florence and the Machine – South London Forever
Happy International Women’s Day!
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via bon—-voyage)
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886 American) • To March - Third Series 1896
Twin Peaks | Northwest Passage (1.01)
Happy Twin Peaks Day
“Diane, 11:30 AM, February 24th. Entering the town of Twin Peaks, five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line.”
reminder that it’s ok to anonymous drop me a love letter ok