waiting for summer

dream pop, lomography and films that feel like late sunsets and soft heartbreaks

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"waiting for summer" is a small, thematic blog about the things that make me feel nostalgic: dream pop, lomography, and the slow golden hours of late summer

[morganathewitch]

Wood anemones in May, 2026.

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this summer's reading list.

john fowles — the magus. a greek island, a man who thinks he knows what's real. a labyrinth made of other people's stories. he doesn't find the exit. not really. haruki murakami — kafka on the shore. a boy running toward something he can't name. cats, memory, the sea, a library that feels like a dream. the kind of book that stays in your body, not your head. both feel like summers that get away from you before you understand what they were. — reviews coming later this summer.

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going somewhere.

white dress, tall grass, somewhere between here and the treeline.

she's not running. she's not lost. she just knows something the rest of us don't yet.

summer does that to people. turns them into a direction.

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be joyful, visitors.

of the happy memory of the small borgo made of perfumes and enchantments —

take always with you in your heart the silent atmosphere of its chant.

[moocowmoocow]

Pull the sound that lingers through the space that fills this house around Was I alone in dreams of something good?

[travisnabors]

[andulkaphoto]

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Oh, touching He can't have it I can tease Oh, lie with me Tired of living on my own, baby

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Fade love fade As the sun sunlight...

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Out in the pale grey moth light sky I see my breath like ghosts to fragile to take flight I held the photo to the light And traced the symmetry as fingerprints divide Divide

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MY SUMMER OF LOVE (2004) dir. Pawel Pawlikowski

a film like a dream full of emotions too strong to ignore but too fragile to understand why they exist

sunburned fields, quiet forests, fleeting desire more atmosphere than story a memory disguised as cinema

the mood matters more than the plot subtle light, quiet landscapes, silences heavy with meaning metaphysics and transcendence hidden in every frame this is the kind of cinema i search for

and still it left me with questions where is true love does every feeling eventually fade

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holding space for memories i haven’t made yet

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somewhere between dusk and memory

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august light on my skin

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the air still smells like last summer, and i keep waiting for the light to feel the same