Bajo la Luna @spirit3d4w4y - Tumblr Blog

Three years ago, the hot, sticky August rain fell big and wet as I sat listlessly on my porch at home, crying over the way summer would not come again — never the same. The first story in print" came from that "never again" refrain beat out by the rain. August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Sylvia Plath, in a diary entry dated 8 August 1952, from The Unabridged Journals

petaltexturedskies

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November

emo--bmo

This song has been on repeat since it’s official release

thekingfishers

mal comunicada by akriila ft latin mafia 2025 — dir. Chris Cadaver and Julian Burgueño

minuscero

Siento que merezco más.

v4mptns

oblivion is freedom

charli xcx lollapalooza 2026

angelgirl-mp3

generational ending to a generational set my jaw was on the floor at every second I feel so inspired

normanrockwells

when charli xcx said but all I know is how it makes me feel and it makes me feel how it makes me feel yeah it makes you feel how it makes me feel yeah it makes me feel how it makes me feel, i felt that