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One last balcondemia session   Thanks to the unusually warm weather in Southern Germany at the moment, I was able to study on my balcony this afternoon – possibly for the last time, as my final exam for my M.A. in North American Cultural Studies is next week.  (I don’t know how I feel about that.)

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Mellow yellow trees in our backyard. (Konstanz, Baden-Wurttemberg)

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Gotta love these fall colors.

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Beautiful live session by Nils Frahm for Resident Advisor. Great music to start off a weekend on the hinges between summer and fall. (via Das Kraftfuttermischwerk) (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

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If you ever feel neglected,If you think that all is lost,I’ll be counting up my demons, yeah,Hoping everything’s not lost. Coldplay – Everything’s Not Lost Still one of my favorites, especially on hideously rainy Sundays spent alone. (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

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“August rain; the best of summer gone,  and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” – Sylvia Plath

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Even lions go considerably out of their way to walk through those crunchy leaves: lovingmyselfishard: catsbeaversandducks: Frolicking in the autumn leaves, this little lion cub is having the time of her life as she excitedly plays in her enclosure. Tiny cub Karis proved she’s not too dissimilar to human children as she threw herself into […]

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It didn’t seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head numb as a snowdrift. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via larmoyante)

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This is the 3rd or 4th time this flower my mother gave us blossomed this year. And now it’s even resisting the beginning if the gray season. I’m a bad plant dad, I forgot its name.

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August feels like a hinge in the year. Swing backwards and summer is there, swing forward and fall is waiting. I’m in the swing forward camp. I’m never sorry to the see summer end, although I’ll miss the peaches. I’m ready for sweaters and socks and new suede shoes. Stephanie Madewell  There is nothing better […]