spectrologie-deactivated2023041:

thechillpsycho

stantler:

Those posts that are like aren’t you so glad summer is over and we can go back to fog and rain and it getting dark at 4pm. Hell fucking NO?

a-poets-darling:

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

no-pain:

kristina100000:

nice things will happen but first you have to lose all hope and die 45 times

coldbrewnette:

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

11-515:

theorangepdf:

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

goldpixy:

badbitch-mel:

someone throw a brick at my head

crimsonkismet:

I feel like a time traveler:
June, July, August.
Summer dissolves in my mouth
and I can’t remember what it tasted like.

— Zoë Lianne, “Erasure”

bakabt:

it dont even feel like june it dont even feel like any month we just floatin thru time

plumslices:

If we don’t microdose delusion we won’t make it through this reality babe….