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#summer thoughts
verk0my · 8 months
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it's when you walk back home from an evening walk in a park with a friend, the weather gets cooler after a long warm day, the sun goes down and lights up the leaves of the trees then you know that life is good
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urbvncoffee · 1 year
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Honestly right now I just want to finish the semester and work in a small town bookstore for the summer
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The porch
Place of gathering, reminiscent laughter, silent bonding
Place of solitude, escape, shadowed voyeuristic relaxation
Stain worn wooden boards taken for granted
Countless trips, door to steps and reverse concave the surface
The scratches from chair feet being pulled adorn it's petina
Repetitive unassuming energy etched into memory forever
Western winds caressing path meanders across structures domain
Sun pressing though high clouds carving a flickering midnight line
Rain's gentle melody, an uneven song on worn cedar above
Water merging, straining, dropping in unplanned intervals
Passing storms of gray merge with clear skies of blue
The porch will always be a special place
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tanyaluca · 2 years
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Tribute to Vincent...Tanya Luca
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sinxerlyri · 11 months
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This summer, all I want to do is take the love of my life on strawberry farm date, and make out beside the strawberry bushes.
_ Raconteur's Muse
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mikeahrens · 2 years
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It was long ago. Cruising on the Aida in the North Sea. It went from Hamburg to Bergen. My first and only cruise. Definitely interesting! Beautiful experiences, impressions, feelings. As a child I heard stories about Klaus Störtebecker the pirate. It wasn't until many years later that I read books about it. There was a great interest in the "pirate era". Wild times…
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aspiringextrovert · 2 years
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Listening to the Night In the Woods soundtrack and vibing out. Perfect indie summer vibes going on. Makes me want to sit on a rooftop with friends and throw paper aeroplanes
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devillighter · 8 months
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She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends.
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abyssalisal · 8 months
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Candles
I hope that when I stare at you my eyes drip soft with fear
I hope you see I hold the things that tear me down so near
I want to be a candle on a cold and rainy day
But only so you’ll burn me out and make me melt away
My one and only purpose is to be so bright and warm
And make your milieu gracious even when you cry or mourn
Perhaps I smell like honey, cedar, jasmine, rose or sage
And when you step inside I’ll make your vexing headache fade
You’d love me from afar for all the wonders I would work
But if you were to touch me I would make your fingers jerk
I see the way you study me with sparkles in your eyes
My flame is open, bright and bare from shoulders down to thighs
I show you all you are, what you were but not to be
For the future spans out far beyond what both of us can see
And you absorb my heat and warmth like flowers drink the sun
I watch you grow, you’ll never know my inside’s nearly numb
Pouring from the centre down, I show you more of me
But what was once before is simply dull and obsolete
I slice my skin away, keep on burning, just for you
Keep on dripping, keep my head up, pale and sweet like honeydew
If only it were clear the wax were tears then you would stop.
So I stay silent, pained but happy, ticking like a clock.
The final stages I am mouldering like a weeping, thorny rose
I am still and beautiful and my muscles wrap my bones
Though death is packaged waiting for me, neatly at my door
There is no point in time that I have wanted to live more
The kindness we exchanged, not once I felt it was misspent
I played my part, embodied a star, and never will I resent
I hope that when I stare at you my eyes drip soft with fear
I hope you see I hold the things that tear me down so near
I hope that when I stare at you I strike a blazing match
I hope that when I stare at you, you stare into me back.
Save me from my fate
and make me worth the while.
[12/08/2023]
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yeehawjake · 2 years
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the only thing that keeps me sane right now is the thought of spending the summer reading classics and studying history; learning latin and greek philosophy in the morning. 
and yes, become THE henry winter and gain his knowledge
the only thing that matters is the romanticised version of my life.
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dbowe44 · 10 months
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I just looked through my entire Tumblr profile for the first time in years.
I vividly remember the pain behind some of those posts and the hunger for more behind others. If nothing else, I’ve been consistent on this life journey.
As I reflect on where life has taken me since 2009, I’m thankful to God happy for finding happiness and mental peace on a road that’s often been marred by depression - even to the point of feeling suicidal - more times than I’d like. That said, the past year and the physical and mental work done through exercise and therapy have changed my life for the better.
It’s two weeks until I relocate to SoCal after being offered a job at my old employer. I’m thankful, excited, and prepared to return to a region where I enjoyed the three best years of my life. It’s time for new experiences and memories while staying grounded in the present. God is so good.
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Early sunrise and songbirds sing
Cold garden Hoses and shivering bodies
Hot blacktop and hopping barefeet
Popsicle stained lips and sticky fingers
Orange rind smiles and silly giggles
Dusty softball fields and sand burr laden tall grass
Dehydrated grass jabbing into tender feet
Bonfires and burnt melted marshmallows in the dirt
Warm mornings, hot afternoons
Cool sheets to slide into at night
Late sunrise puts to bed yet another summer day
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psychsunny · 1 year
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I think it's kinda unfair that I am experiencing this and they just moved on like they didn't shatter me into million little pieces.
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rendezvousheart · 2 years
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I felt the water against my skin after 4 years . I was meditating under water ; to others I was swimming . Clear sky with cotton candy like clouds , the city breeze . For a moment I forgot the world existed and that time had come to a standstill. Just me and the cold water .
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pluvio-pluto · 2 years
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6:26 AM
its the first day of school and i wont be there and it feels like a distant memory and a dream and the world is hazy through my eyes that outgrew my classrooms. tomorrow turns into yesterday as august ends again and september waits, hand outstretched, ready to walk with me through another autumn.
i dont want to say i peaked in high school but i find myself missing it every day. the mundane. the "i know what will happen tomorrow but i dont know the inbetweens". the every day is a day and it is glorious and gold and orange and brilliant and god am i young and this will never end and you walk across that stage and you realize that everything slipped away when you were too busy having fun to realize it.
you look at your friends and your not friends and you think please never leave please stay like this forever and it's been an hour and everyone will leave. life turns a new page with a slight breeze as you pack up to go to your next class or you grab your coat at midnight after a party.
summers are empty when there's nothing waiting at the end but the unknown. you don't know what to fill your time with, so you don't. you hold onto everything so tight because you're afraid everything will fall apart but you don't realize that too tight will have things spilling out the seams.
you have to let go. you are too high. you are too far. you have to let go. because its hurting you. but the fall is so far and the ground is so hard. and so you fall. you hit the ground. you sit there for a while. you get back up. and you walk home.
where is that? it's not here, no. is it back? i don't think so. it's everywhere and nowhere all the same.
you hold yourself a little longer with a tight throat against the wall of summer. autumn air makes it's way to help you find your way home.
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