"The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs, and rooftops were abandoned. Such trees as there were allowed their leaves to fall – they fell unnoticed – seeming to promise, not without bitterness, to endure another year. At night, from a distance, the parks and playgrounds seemed inhabited by fireflies, and the night came sooner, inched in closer, fell with a greater weight. The sound of the alarm clock conquered the sound of the tambourine, the houses put on their winter faces. The houses stared down a bitter landscape, seeming, not without bitterness, to have resolved to endure another year."
– James Baldwin, Just Above My Head
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Eat fruits, hang out with your friends, blast music, travel the world, read books, drink coffee, take pictures, learn a language, sleep all day, watch netflix, pick strawberries, have a picnic with your best friends, go shopping, do what ever you want, because it's summer, it's the best time of the year!
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🎀 𓈒ㅤ niki - enhypen ۫ ddc ᵎᵎ
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⠀𖦹꯭꯭⠀ׁ ֵֵ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝘺 summers-arch⠀ .⠀ ⊹🪞⠀۟⠀𖹭᜔⠀ׄ⠀ ·
Caso usem, deixem os créditos na descrição de sua comunidade!!
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it's March again and this time I'm smoking cigarettes in my home by my own. remember when I forbade you to do so last year whenever you came over? how can one change so drastically in less than 365 days? change so drastically and yet not change at all. smoking too, after all, is just another way to feel something.
poetry and men and flowers and pain — I'm becoming numb to it all increasingly.
it's March again and this time I'm letting myself be. how much shame and guilt can I attach to my gut feelings and instinct? when the only reason they exist is to protect me. if I had to pick between hurting you or hurting me, why shouldn't I pick you? we are all adults here and you've never once chosen me. so go on then, manage your pain and anger and betrayal by yourself.
fuck you, fuck off, fuck this, fuck me. nothing pretty is going to come out of this mouth — pleasing you is not my charitable endeavor anymore.
it's March again and you're leaving my heart soon, I can feel it. the memories of you and me are all packed up and I don't know what their destination is but they are going to walk out the door of my heart soon. they may rest a while in my ribs and perhaps on my hips, I'll let them.
when someone or something leaves, I'm not in the habit of rushing them. I'll stay true to my nature, it's the only thing that feels rewarding.
it's March again and I'll look forward to the mangoes and the sandy feet and the intensification of my love-hate relationship with the sun. let me seek refuge in the ocean — whether it chooses to embrace me or drown me, I'll leave that to mother nature.
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Leica M2 // Voigtlander Ultron 35mm f/2.0 II Aspherical Adox Color Mission 200
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Check again :D
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Trick or treat!! :D
"I've been swindled! Swindled, I tell you!"
"Danny, you're the one that gave the kid the entire bowl of candy. You weren't swindled by anyone but yourself."
"But Tim, she was dressed up as me! How could I not give her the entire bowl of candy?"
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my poems will heal themselves. i still hold my faith in the silence of summers, the pitter-patter of rain, the left-overs from winters, the rejuvenating springs, and the salvation of autumn.
--apollo--
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yeah wow who ever heard of powering a vehicle with your own two feet huh
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Everyone is always fighting about left wing or right wing. Am I the only one who remembers an eagle needs two wings to fly?
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