#low winter sun

[themancorialist]

Chapel Street, Manchester.

[tvthemesongs]

Low Winter Sun intro

[barghest-land]

it's been hard for me to work on anything lately, but i'm trying to do these sillies as a little practice

[annapolisrose]

bleak winter afternoon

[spokelseskladden]

Im so mentally ill right now pls hand me my vitamin d pills i need to be fixed, i haven't felt sunlight upon my skin for a week and it's raining over the snow so it's all sloppy and slippery and dark out so i can't go anywhere without getting my feet soaked and my inlaws are asking me what i want for christmas like specifically which means i have to share my interests but i don't want to be perceived right now because I'm feeling the winter paranoia/madness and also i had to take the trashcan out yesterday and faceplanted in the snow and my glasses are all scratched up so i think im going to need new ones and if i want to go ANYWHERE i need to defrost my fucking car on the daily and i hate it. I hate winter i HATE IT. And i have an exam on friday as well as work and a christmas party to attend. I need to move to the forest and become one with nature, just leave society behind and live like Isak in Growth of the soil even though i fucking hate Knut Hansun, that nazi bitch.

[martiansodas-blog]

bed rotting is OVER i’m redying my hair

[laughter-of-the-rose]

Frosty morning walk

[maraeffect]

hi everyone, this is my monthly check-in <3

[squidsquadlove]

manifesting good weather Monday, manifesting good weather Monday:

please please please please!!!

[jennhoney]

I need to suck someone’s warmth or whatevery

[oflights]

Penumbrae

The shadows have their seasons, too. The feathery web the budding maples cast down upon the sullen lawn

bears but a faint relation to high summer's umbrageous weight and tunnellike continuum—

black leached from green, deep pools wherein a globe of gnats revolves as airy as an astrolabe.

The thinning shade of autumn is an inherited Oriental, red worn to pink, nap worn to thread.

Shadows on snow look blue. The skier, exultant at the summit, sees his poles elongate toward the valley: thus

each blade of grass projects another opposite the sun, and in marshes the mesh is infinite,

as the winged eclipse an eagle in flight drags across the desert floor is infinitesimal.

And shadows on water!— the beech bough bent to the speckled lake where silt motes flicker gold,

or the steel dock underslung with a submarine that trembles, its ladder stiffened by air.

And loveliest, because least looked-for, gray on gray, the stripes the pearl-white winter sun

hung low beneath the leafless wood draws out from trunk to trunk across the road like a stairway that does not rise.

John Updike

[jaw8jaw]

"What flies in me is manifest in the errant equation of these wings." - Pablo Neruda (The Flight)

[opalsiren]

one thing about winter is it will be ridiculously bright AND ridiculously dark at the same time

[pastafossa]

I was out with with the dog and I was so happy, like, 'this is GREAT, it's so sunny and warm! This is a beautiful day! I should go for a walk with him!'

And my weather app wasn't having it

[jtownraindancer]

You didnt hear this from me but googling "Sex,The City and Me" and Archive.org leads you a BBC4 dump of a very unknown/underrated Burn film. it was made in 2007!! Thought you should know for Masterpost reasons

My darling Anon, you may have to send me the link indirectly as, for the life of me, I can't find the bloody thing. I can only find more and more information about the illustrious "Mr. Big" from New York, and he isn't quite the fella I'm lookin' for.

[knightinink]

Why can’t it be the middle of winter now???

I wanna stand outside at night with a distant light & watch the heavy snow fall around me, enjoying the silence a cold winter’s night has to offer.

I wanna take my headphones out & listen to the crunching snow under my boots as I walk home, just existing in that moment.

I wanna come in from the cold, hang up my wet jacket & put my boots by the heater to dry, & wring out the snow & ice stuck in my hair.

I wanna curl up in a warm sweater on my rocking chair with a nice cup of cocoa with as many small marshmallows as years I’ve lived.

I wanna read a book with oldies music playing softly in the background, surrounded by warm-toned fairy lights & candles.

I want it to be the middle of winter now.