… all of a sudden you find yourself noticing that autumn has begun weaving itself into the rhythm of your days. The sun is still just as strong as before, but the breeze blowing in off the sea has turned just the tiniest bit softer, and the sand has cooled. Now the rain that quietly drenches the boats ranged along the beach carries the damp, misty smell of a cloudy sky. You realize that summer has turned its back on you.

Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi (via ivry)

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Full Moon dance (NEW) choreography Milena Sidorova

Anyone who ever had a sleepless night can relate to this ballet.

Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue


Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover’s Words.

Emily Dickinson, “J:1045” (via litverve)