Its Summer Now, And Youre Craving A Simpler Existence. You Want To Read. You Want To Write. You Want

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

Anne Frank // unknown

sun showers are so pretty!

“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

— j. iron word

a long flight somewhere, a life changing conversation with some random hot stranger, then probably never meet them again or meet them again somewhere in a pleasantly surprising way

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