#warm wind

[sweet-harmony]

…the sky is clear from the houses I see that there is still a bit of wind - warm - after all there are only a few days left until the summer sun…

@sweet-harmony

[dk-thrive]

the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought

“She had taken to wondering laterly, during these swift-counted years, what had been done with all those wasted summer days; how could she have spent them so wantonly? I am foolish, she told herself early every summer, I am very foolish; I am grown up now and know the values of things. Nothing is ever really wasted, she believed sensibly, even one’s childhood, and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought: I have let more time go by.” —  Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (Penguin Classics; November 28, 2006) (via Wait-What?)

[euesworld]

"Good morning beautiful, your smile is like a warm wind and your voice is like the sun.. if I reminisce any longer, a smile is what I will become."

You make me smile every morning, you enrich my life so much.. I just love you so much - eUë

[romanticdreamerr]

catching the last days of summer, preparing souls for autumn ✨🥀

hello to everybody who is healing himself being close to nature 🌻🦋🐛

[may-ku]

[dk-thrive]

I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever

I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me.

— Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects: A Novel (September 26, 2006)

[the-furthest-city-light]

Something spiritual about listening to David Bowie on a warm March evening tbh

[violent-optimism]

I tried my very first Pumpkin Spice Latte today.

In short, it wasn’t terrible, it wasn’t awesome. Somewhere in the middle, a 5/10.

But now I have earned my rite of passage as a true white girl.