‘Summer Day’ By Frank Weston Benson (american, 1862 - 1951)

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The Louvre

Paris, France

(Prints on Redbubble)

The summer always makes me feel so lazy 😴

Jane Austen’s handwritten manuscript of Persuasion

everytime my seasonal depression kicks in i feel like persephone's mother watching her decend to hades, feeling the joy & hope draining from me with every minute darker the days get.

Why did we stop with ballroom dances??? Like seriously to waltz around a room with a handsome stranger to classical music while others look at us with envy and after the music ends both of you with flushed cheeks, breathing fast, the sexual tension ; that was the shit.

You ever see a pretty dress, a well-organised notebook, a peculiar balcony or read one line of poetry and get the overwhelming urge to reinvent yourself

Someday

I will be

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Dark academia is nothing without the touch of homoeroticism

The gay pining and depression just really adds another touch to it

summer haze: the slow march of the day, a golden glow from the heat outside, a lingering kiss on your cheek, languorous music from back porches, the juice of ripe apricots, fading tan marks, pages of poetry books, beige bathing suits while sunbathing