love of summer

so its the month of august

which for the past few years has meant the month of exam results, such a stressful time of worrying, especially this year seeing as its such a pivotal moment in life, deciding how the next few years will be, but august means summer too, and summer means smiles and these are a few things that have made me smile for the month of august.

moleskine notebooks

i finally bought a new moleskine and i really like it, i have this weird thing where when i buy new notebooks i don't like to write in them in case i spoil it, but haven't had that with this one, it's lovely, been making collages and getting creative.

slow club

their album 'yeah so' has been the soundtrack to my summer, i love their music so much, its so mellow and lyrics so beautiful

♪ because we are far apart, and my lonely heart finds it hard to get through the night,

you pulled me out of the dark and now its light ♪

summer booklist

before the summer wrote a mega list of books to read and buy, bought a few so far and finished quite a few classics, attempted to read some but they weren't really for me, and read some others that have become instant favourites. at the moment reading 'the bell jar' by sylvia plath, finally purchased it and i really do love it, the language, how descriptive it is, the emotions, everything its amazing

alphonse mucha

discovered his artwork awhile ago, and i think its beautiful, i have a small piece on my wall

but want to purchase some more

the fact that it is summer

summer meaning green grass, incredibly blue skies, beauty and the vivid colour of eyes

the warm glow of summer evenings, drinking honey tea sitting on

cushions on the floor

overlooking a setting sun

coffee shops and conversation, laughter and glances.

midnight phonecalls, sleepless nights, sleeping

as the birds sing outside

reading novels with endless pages on train journeys

the warmth of the sun on shoulders

summer playlist on repeat, ice-cubes circling a glass of water

sitting cross-legged in bookshops reading a few chapters and

quoting extracts

walking down never ending

melting gray pavements

during rush hour