The Summer Day
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver
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Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver
Read the poem ↗Piano / soundtrack
Oct. book club
“I realized then that I didn’t understand anything. I read all the books I could. I’d never read as much as I did during that period.”Goodreads ↗
Porter Robinson & Madeon



Ryan Beatty

“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”Goodreads ↗
John Mayer
NIKI
Then there was that year you fell in love. The one where there weren’t any candles—just you walking late at night through the city streets with your heart in pieces, wanting to give yourself to the first stranger who called you beautiful.
Since then it’s been the same every year. As soon as the first match is struck, the smell of burning takes you backwards through your memory. It stops you right at that moment on that warm, September night, as you watched the first trickle of melting wax hit the icing, and you couldn’t think of a single damn thing you wanted—because he was standing there, in the flickering light, asking you to make a wish.
—Lang Leav
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