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What are your favorite summer-associated foods?
Creative prompt: Draw art of or make graphics of summer foods, or post your favorite summer recipes.

In the summer I barely want to eat. The heat makes me too nauseous to care. I suppose the answer here would be watermelon and all the berries. I'm diabetic so I'm not supposed to eat any of it but that would be my summer associated foods.

I'm on a time crunch for stories so I can't write something for this prompt but I can find some recipes!

( watermelon and berries this way...okay so mostly my summer recipes are for me to get drunk and forget how much I don't like heat )

I finished my third Overlord Husk story for Overlord Husk week (and now I see someone else wants to do another next month. Ah well)

and this made me sad. I have always liked this hotel and they were remodeling it and the paranormal group was meeting there and I planned to go this fall. Hotel McArthur burns. It was built in 1839 and now it's a total loss.

And of course I have the book meme for you.

What I Just Finished Reading:

Kill You Twice - a pretty graphic the ending was hollywood over the top nonsense and I hate the detective (or at least I should say I couldn't respect him)

I Need You To Read This - this was a decent mystery but also with a dumb hollywood ending

What I am Currently Reading:

Pantomine - an LGBT (intersexed main character) fantasy, I like it but on the other hand not a lot is happening and I fear it'll end on a cliffhanger

Cinders of Yesterday - Buffy/Supernatural vibes, urban fantasy, lesbian partners (by a queer author) so far I like it a lot.

Zero at the Bone - an old true crime I found at the library sale and got because of the Z in the title (for my alphabet challenge)

What I Plan to Read Next: War Child - a Deep Space Nine Novel

Mood cranky
Music Clash of the Titans

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endlesstwanted

Hello, Chase here, the person behind endlesstwanted ^^

I never got to make an introduction when joining Dreamwidth, so here are some questions about my likes, interview-type. Inspired by

sunshine_revival’s Friending Meme and their Challenge #1. I still have a lot to learn about this community and its functions, but I love meeting new people. Hope you’re all having a wonderful day!

Basics
Name: Chase
Age: mid-20’s, born in the 90’s
Location: Spain!
Other blogs/socials: I have the same username on my Ao3, Tumblr and Discord.

( Dreamwidth Stuff )

( (General) Fandom Stuff )

( TV Shows )

( Movies )

( Music )

( Fanfic-Writing )

Miscellaneous Weird Stuff to wrap this up
Explain your username: I took inspiration from the username of one of my old, former internet friends at the time (around a decade ago, wow!), and combined it with my forever favourite boyband, The Wanted! I’ve been using this username since then ^^
Favorite season (it's ok if it's not summer): Autumn!
What's your vibe? I try to be mysterious but can’t help to overshare, my aim IRL is to be the peak of comedy and the vibes I bring to the function are total chaos 🫣
What is your summeriest fandom? (You can interpret this however you like….): Murdoch Mysteries, they played many seasons on a local channel last summer and that’s how I became a fan; and Veintiuno, my favourite band, because I’ve been going to see them at music festivals for the past two years :)
Opening song on your summer mixtape: Un beso a la mitad by Enol!

Music Medalla de plata — Veintiuno

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lightbird

Challenge #3

Journaling prompt: What are your favorite summer-associated foods?
Creative prompt: Draw art of or make graphics of summer foods, or post your favorite summer recipes. Post your answer to today’s challenge in your own space and leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

Ice cream!!!!

And: fresh berries, peaches, limeade (yum).

Also, did you know that there is a Museum of Ice Cream? They have locations in many cities, most in the U.S. but there is one in Singapore. You have to reserve tickets, but once you're in you can eat unlimited ice cream, among other fun things. I'm in New York City where you can slide down into a big pool of sprinkles.

Previous Days
Day 1
Day 2

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thatjustwontbreak

The Format is reuniting and doing a tiny tour. It's mostly reminding me of how much I loved the Aim and Ignite album by the band fun. which has the same lead singer.

I finished watching The Bear's most recent season and I love those characters but I'm still not especially taken with the writing. Ayo Edebiri is such a talent, though.

Been reading The Ways Things Turn on AO3, which is a Jayne/Simon fic and what a freaking ride. It's very action/adventure but still incredibly romantic and I love it when authors balance those two genres. I haven't read a ton of Firefly fic but a lot of it is from such a different era of fic that there are some conventions that hearken back in an interesting way.( Sunshine Revival Challenge #3 )

Mood okay
Location home!
Music fun. - take your time coming home

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linky

( You're about to view content that the journal owner has marked as possibly inappropriate for anyone under the age of 18. )

Mood tired

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tellshannon815

Challenge #3

Journaling prompt: What are your favorite summer-associated foods?
Creative prompt: Draw art of or make graphics of summer foods, or post your favorite summer recipes.

And yes, those who know me, that's Freddie-bulldog going after the halloumi.

author_by_night

Based on a sunshine_revival prompt, and a conversation I had with

elizalavelle . Some names and minor details have been changed to preserve anonymity.

Icy Pops

I'm at a cousin's baseball game. Five years old.

My aunt hands me a ice pop, blue because blue ice pops are the best, and I slurp while watching the game. My cousin hits a home run; perhaps amped up by the sugar, I cry, "go Callie!"

Callie smiles and waves.

Ice Cream Sandwich

I grab an ice cream sandwich from the fridge, and go outside to read. Reading's my favorite pasttime.

But I'm reading more than eating, and soon the ice cream drips. I grab a napkin, but some of it's already landed on one of the pages.

The stain goes on to remind me of that simple day.

Chocolate

By sheer coincidence, Cora and I move into the same neighborhood within the same three months. Naturally, we become fast friends.

We decide the best way to introduce ourselves is to walk around offering people chocolate from a jumbo pack. Which is exactly what we do. Hardly anyone takes us up on it, so we eat the rest.

Mashed Food

I spend my summers working at a senior living facility. One of my duties is serving our participants food.

Mashed potatoes. Mashed broccoli. Gravy. All in small blue trays. One for Marco, who can only speak Italian; one for Patricia, who is restless until she sings; one for Nettie, who loves singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame.

Enjoy.

Frappucino

Starbucks is the closest thing my friends and I have to a hangout. We don't go often; but when we do, we know our orders. I always get the Caramel Frappuccino. Iced, of course.

We sit outside Barnes & Noble, me wanting to buy books but not daring tell my friends. They're not readers. We talk about our hopes for next school year. Our plans for our lives after school. Jill wants to study biology. Cora wants to become a singer. I'm not sure what I want.

I suck back the last of my Frappe and throw it out as we head back to Jill's car, wondering if we'll always meet here in the summer, or if the future has other plans.

Pickles and Cheezies

I often stay with my grandmother a few weeks out of the summer. She lives in a small bungalow and serves me pickles in a tiny dish. They're always delicious. I talk to her about high school, and she tells me about her high school days, how she met the grandfather I never knew.

At night, we're less healthy. My grandmother loves Seinfeld, so we watch it on her old TV. She in her rocking chair, me on her bed. We always pour cheezies and watch Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer do one terrible thing after the other.

Popsicles

It's a hot summer day, so after a bit of tanning, Cora and I sit in her room. The fan whirrs loudly over us. A copy of Seventeen is on the floor, waiting to be opened.

We split the grape popsicle as we read the advice column to each other, napkins in hand because the popsicle is faster than we are. When we finish, we read each other the jokes. They're so bad, they're good.

They're among the last vestiges of our childhood.

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popghost

Okay, July. Let’s do this.

First half of 2025 has been… a lot. Like, emotionally rollercoastering through a glitter factory. Some highs, some lows, a lot of sticky residue from things I thought I was done feeling. But I’m not gonna spiral about it right now—this post is about lighting things up, and I’m choosing to light a spark forward, not burn out backward.

So: goals. Tiny, weird, but real.

I want to finish listening to all the UK #1 hits from 1953 by the end of July. Yes, that means slogging through crooners, warbling sopranos, novelty orchestras, and songs where everyone sounds like they’re singing from inside a teapot. Every track feels like time travel filtered through a dusty gramophone, and sometimes I cry because I miss a world I’ve never lived in. Or maybe because I’m listening to 70-year-old love songs at 3am with no context and a headache.
I want to say “yes” to at least one creative impulse a week, even if it’s just sticking googly eyes on something that didn’t ask for them.
I want to walk outside at golden hour more often. Not for steps or goals or health or whatever. Just to feel like I’m in a music video where I’m the main character and the strings are swelling behind me.
I want to be softer. Not quieter, but kinder—to myself especially. I’m too good at giving grace to everyone else and leaving none for me.

If the second half of 2025 is a story, I want it to be one where I tried. Where I let myself get weirdly, deeply, honestly emotional over forgotten chart-toppers and didn’t apologize for it. Where I remembered that pop doesn’t have to be current to be powerful. Where I kept showing up—even when it meant listening to yet another Percy Faith instrumental.

Music Eddie Fisher - Outside of Heaven

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What are you currently reading?

Emilia Hart - Weyward I've been wanting to read this for ages and it was absolutely worth the wait. I only started it yesterday but I'm already uhh 53% through
Kelley Armstrong - Bitten A comfort re-read, dipping in and out as my mood pleases. I have so much love for Jeremy, for Clay, for the pack
Annie Worsley - Windswept My current borrowbox read - I'm about 1/3 of the way through, and I'm not quite sure what I think of it
Alice Roberts - Ancestors I have a teenytinyhugeass crush on Alice, not gonna lie. I'm about 75% through and should hopefully finish it soon

What did you recently finish reading?

Stephen Fry - Mythos 5/5 stars. Greek mythology at its most charming, clever, and chaotic. Stephen Fry retells these ancient stories with so much warmth and humour, I felt like I was being let in on the juiciest gossip from Olympus. Smart, sharp, and ridiculously entertaining — a perfect read for mythology lovers and curious mortals alike.
T Kingfisher - A House with Good Bones 5/5 stars. What starts as an odd visit home turns into a quietly horrifying unraveling of memory, family, and something deeply wrong under the wallpaper. It’s southern gothic with teeth, and I loved every uncanny, bug-filled page.

What do you think you’ll read next?

Mary Shelley - Frankenstein
Erin Sterling - The Kiss Curse
Poppy Z Brite - Exquisite Corpse

Mood tired
Music Bon Jovi - Legendary

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badfalcon

three tiny joys, glimmers, or moments of soft comfort from today

💻 I did a solo payment run at work today. There was a lot of panic, but I got through it - everything balanced, everything submitted, and no one needed to rescue me.

📚 My gently used book club book arrived and it looks awesome! I love when second-hand books still have personality but are in really good shape.

🎾 Jannik won his Wimbledon quarterfinal against Sunshine - and there was a ridiculously adorable hug between Simone and Darren afterward. Just look at them: 😍

That’s me for today. If you feel like sharing your glimmers, I’d love to read them 💛
Be gentle with yourself, especially if the good things were hard to find.

Music Bon Jovi - Livin' on a Prayer

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typingnoise

Just take a look at me now...

It was a Sunday. I must have been thirteen — maybe twelve, with one foot still in childhood but already trying to fold myself into something cooler, sharper, less easily wounded. We were crammed into someone’s older brother’s car, the kind that smelled like knock-off Lynx and stale smoke, and Phil Collins came on the stereo — Against All Odds.

Someone groaned, exaggerated and loud.
“God, who listens to this?”
I did.
I loved that song.

But I laughed along. Said something like, “Ugh, yeah, so cheesy,” and pushed the part of me that sang along at home — curtains drawn, headphones on — deep down. I remember that specific kind of shame. Not because I didn’t like the song, but because I did, and I couldn’t admit it. Not in that car. Not with those people.

Years later, at 23 and mildly drunk on someone’s kitchen floor, that song came on again — tinny and imperfect through a Bluetooth speaker. I started humming before I even knew I was doing it. Across from me, someone smiled and said, “God, this song wrecks me.”

And just like that, I was allowed to love it again.

It’s strange, the things we carry. That moment didn’t break me. No one remembers it but me. But it was the first time I chose to be palatable over being honest. The first time music — which had always felt like safety — became a thing I could get wrong.

Now, whenever I hear Against All Odds, I don’t skip it.
I let it play.

Even if it still hurts a little.

Mood uncomfortable
Music Phil Collins - Against All Odds

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typingnoise

Today was the kind of day that folds in on itself.

Nothing dramatic, nothing urgent. Just the slow unfolding of hours — the kettle boiling, the cat claiming his sun-warmed spot by the window, the soft thrum of a record turning with no one listening too closely. The kind of day where time doesn’t move forward so much as sideways. I answered emails in the morning and forgot them by afternoon. Read a little. Re-read the same paragraph again. Thought about writing, didn’t.

There’s a tenderness to days like these — the way the world hushes itself just enough for your thoughts to make themselves heard. Not loud, not all at once. Just gently: a memory here, a line of a song there. I think I needed it.

No revelations. Just the reminder that stillness is its own kind of company

Music Phil Collins - I Wish It Would Rain Down

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They say you never forget your first heartbreak — mine came with a horn section and a deceptively cheerful chorus.

The Beautiful South taught me early that melancholy wears many disguises: a chipper piano line, a baritone muttering something brutal, a chorus you’ll hum in the supermarket and cry about in the car. No band was ever so polite about devastation. “Don’t Marry Her” is a hymn for bitter hope, “Prettiest Eyes” a love song that remembers time isn’t kind, and “Rotterdam” — well, that one just knows.

And then there’s Phil Collins.

Phil, patron saint of the emotionally inconvenient. His voice lives somewhere between a sigh and a plea, and I believed every word even before I understood what they meant. “Against All Odds” is a thunderstorm in slow motion. “Take Me Home” feels like walking alone in a city lit by sodium streetlamps. And “In the Air Tonight”? That’s a song you survive.

These are the artists who made it okay to feel too much, too often. Who said, yes, it’s absurd to be so wounded by ordinary life — but here’s a melody for that. Here’s a drum break that will make your chest cave in. Here’s a line you’ll repeat until it stops hurting, or until it does again.

So this is my love letter: to the unpretentious poetry of pop, to the way sadness sneaks into our softest places via FM radio, to songs that sound like walking home in the rain with your hands in your pockets. To The Beautiful South. To Phil Collins. To every moment that needed their voices.

You helped me name it. You helped me carry it. You helped me dance anyway.

Mood nostalgic
Music The Beautiful South - A Little Time

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stonepicnicking_okapi

Wednesday's word is courtesy of

kitarella_imagines and is...

...persiflage

[pur-suh-flahzh, pair-]

noun

1. light, bantering talk or writing.
2. a frivolous or flippant style of treating a subject.

origin

First recorded in 1750–60; from French, derivative of persifler “to banter,” equivalent to per- prefix meaning “through, thoroughly, very” + siffler “to whistle, hiss.”

example

Maybe that shows that they’ve finally gotten wise to the PR persiflage of Big Pharma. Los Angeles Times 10/11/23

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used_songs

#2
Journaling: The romance of summer! What do you love? Write about anything you feel sentimental about or that gets your heart pumping.

I love that still, quiet moment after you turn off the car or the TV or whatever and you just sit for a moment. It's like a peaceful reset or transition from driving home or finishing dinner (which is when we mostly watch TV). I always like to just sit in that moment.

I love Glassworks: I. Opening by Philip Glass. It gives me that same feeling of peace that those moments of quiet do, an opportunity to center myself.

I love our backyard, even now that we are surrounded by houses. I love the trees, the deck, the garden, the birds, all of the bugs (except the mosquitos), the lizards, the sunflowers that sprang up of their own volition, the pergola ... just all of it. I love having an outdoor space.

#3
Journaling prompt: What are your favorite summer-associated foods?

Raspas. When I was a kid we would always get raspas and I loved them. They are a bit too sweet for me now, but I love the idea of them and the memory.

Mangonadas. Seriously. They are the best, especially when it's hot out.Those are some of my favorite flavors.Chamoy is delicious!

Watermelon. Once when I was small, my parents borrowed our grandparents' camper and we went to a park in Arkansas. My dad bought a watermelon and he tethered it in a net in the river which was ice cold. That night we cut it up and ate it. The platonic ideal of watermelon! I think about it a lot.You can put one in an ice chest in icy water and it comes close.

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thewitchlingshelf

"Somewhere, a moth is in love with a candle, and I understand her completely."

Summer arrives like a poem read aloud in a warm room—soft, golden-edged, a little too bright in places, and full of feelings. It’s the season of long glances and longer evenings. Of something almost happening.

💗 What I Love About Summer

🍓 Fruit warm from the sun.
Not washed, not perfect. Just plucked from a punnet or hedge, eaten on the walk home with juice on my hands. Strawberries taste like childhood. Blackberries taste like secrets.

📖 Reading outside until the pages glow.
When the wind turns them for me. When I have to anchor the book with a teacup. When the world hushes, and it's just me, the story, and the sky.

🕯️ Late-night candlelight and quiet music.
There’s something romantic about sitting alone with a candle at 10pm, writing into a journal as though it’s a love letter to the world. The air hums with stillness and possibility.

🌙 Midnight walks when everything is lavender.
That dusky not-quite-dark, not-quite-light. The sound of crickets or foxes. The scent of honeysuckle climbing someone else’s garden gate. Magic lives here.

💌 Letters written on soft paper.
Tucked into books. Left on doorsteps. Folded with care. There’s something about summer that makes me want to say too much, and mean all of it.

Summer is fleeting, but maybe that’s the point. Maybe the romance lives in the way it doesn’t last—the melt of ice cream, the blush of the evening sky, the goodbye at the end of the garden party.

Still, I fall for it every year.

What do you love most about summer? What sets your heart aglow?

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"A journal is a lantern. What you write inside it glows."

The year turned quietly, didn’t it? We lit our candles, wrote our spells, and somehow, here we are—July. The second half of 2025 unfurling like a letter we forgot we wrote to ourselves. And now, it’s time to answer it.

✨ Goals for July (and beyond)

This month, I want to light my days with rituals, reading, and rest. Not grand revolutions, but small, steady embers. Here’s what I’m calling in:

🌿 Return to rhythm.
A gentle morning stretch. Journaling before the noise begins. Reading by lamplight instead of phone-glow. Not perfection—just presence.

📚 Finish a handful of books from my summer TBR stack. (No pressure, just pleasure. I’ll follow the story that speaks loudest.)

🔮 Create something each week.
A pressed flower page. A poem. A quiet spell scribbled in the margins. Art as a kind of breathing.

🕯️ Reflect at midpoint.
I’ll carve out one afternoon to revisit my intentions from earlier in the year. What’s shifted? What still calls to me?

💌 Write more letters— to friends, to my future self, to the day itself. Let the words be lanterns, too.

📖 A Second-Half Spell

If the first half of the year was all seed and soil, let the second half be bloom and balm. I want softness without stagnancy. Stillness without silence. Magic stitched into the everyday.

And you? What’s lighting you up this month? What are you planting for the rest of the year?

Let’s leave the door ajar for possibility.

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Even a week in, there’s still magic in writing down what you plan to read.

There’s something sacred in the naming of books—like lighting a candle before a spell. Each one holds a mood, a moment, a possible transformation. I never expect to finish them all, but choosing them is its own kind of enchantment.

Some are carried over from June, like the scent of a story still lingering in the air. Others have waited patiently on my shelf for their season to arrive—and maybe this is it.

🌙 July Reading List

(ambitiously long, lovingly chosen)

The Lighthouse Witches by C.J. Cooke (finished 06.07.25)
🌊 Salt wind, tangled myths, flickering truths
🫖 Seaweed green tea or briny Earl Grey

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig
🕰️ In-between places, soft regrets, second chances
🫖 Chamomile with honey and lavender

The Power by Naomi Alderman
⚡ Electric futures, sharp truths, shifting balance
🫖 Strong black tea with cardamom

The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow
🗝️ Thresholds, antique keys, ink-and-parchment wonder
🫖 Rosehip & vanilla rooibos

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers
🌿 Quiet questions, overgrown paths, tea in tin cups
🫖 Mint and lemongrass blend

Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett
🍃 Snow-crusted moss, stubborn scholars, fae secrets
🫖 Heather blossom and elderflower tea

The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton
🕰️ Clocks ticking backwards, elaborate masks, looping mystery
🫖 Classic English breakfast with a dash of something strange

Yellowface by R.F. Kuang
✒️ Bitterness, ambition, ethical shadows
🫖 Burnt sugar oolong or smoky lapsang

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
🖋️ Forgotten names, star-kissed loneliness, centuries of yearning
🫖 Blueberry and violet black tea

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman (revisit)
🌌 Childhood nightmares, mythic memory, moonlight on water
🫖 Licorice root and nettle

Babel by R.F. Kuang
📚 Silver-tongued magic, revolution, cold libraries
🫖 Earl Grey with bergamot and smoke

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik
✨ Shadowed hallways, biting wit, ink-stained fingers
🫖 Smoky lapsang with lemon zest

Stardust by Neil Gaiman (revisit)
🌠 Falling stars, strange lands, love as adventure
🫖 Elderberry and blackcurrant

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett (revisit)
🌿 Locked gates, blooming magic, quiet healing
🫖 Chamomile and rose

The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna
🕯️ Candlelit kitchens, found family, soft spells
🫖 Gingerbread rooibos or cinnamon vanilla

Caraval by Stephanie Garber
🎭 Carnival illusions, glittering stakes, twisted enchantments
🫖 Cherry hibiscus or candy apple black tea

Half a Soul by Olivia Atwater
👗 Witty hearts, fae bargains, regency charm
🫖 Lavender Earl Grey with cream

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden
❄️ Snow-dusted folklore, hearthlight, ancient forest whispers
🫖 Spiced chai with oat milk

🔮 What are you reading this month?

If you've written your own list, or are just following the pull of one book at a time, I’d love to hear. Here’s to stories that shape us, soothe us, or spark something strange.

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theharbourreader

“We are not separate from nature. We are nature.”

Coming back to Raynor Winn’s voice in The Wild Silence feels like returning to a quiet cove you once walked, barefoot and full of questions. It carries the same raw honesty and reverence for the natural world as The Salt Path, but this time the journey is inward — a slower, softer reckoning with home, healing, and the life that follows after survival.

This book begins not on the coast, but in the quiet aftermath. Raynor and Moth, having completed their epic walk, are still searching — not just for somewhere to live, but for a sense of peace, belonging, and purpose. Much of The Wild Silence is about what it means to try and settle when you’ve been reshaped by loss, by wildness, by walking.

There’s a deep tenderness in the way Raynor writes about Moth — his illness, his fragility, his strength — and how their relationship bends and grows under new pressures. There’s also a lovely thread about reconnecting with her mother, and a remarkable project that sees Raynor and Moth return to the land in a different way — by rewilding a neglected farm. These moments are where the book shines.

The prose remains lyrical and sincere, though at times the structure felt a little meandering. Some sections felt slightly unfocused or repeated certain beats from The Salt Path, and I occasionally wished for a tighter arc or more clarity. But then again, life after trauma is messy and non-linear, and perhaps the book’s form reflects that truth.

It’s not quite as immediately striking as The Salt Path, but it’s a worthy continuation — quieter, but just as brave. If The Salt Path is about losing everything, The Wild Silence is about relearning how to live in the aftermath. About finding meaning not just in wild places, but in stillness, in roots, in tending the land with your own hands.

Favourite quote:
"The wild silence isn't empty. It’s full of memory, of heartbeat, of breath. It listens to you, if you listen back."

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (4 stars)
A reflective and deeply felt continuation — The Wild Silence is a book about returning, restoring, and remembering what it means to live with the land.

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There’s something about summer that slows everything down just enough to feel alive again. Maybe it's the way the light lingers long past dinner, or the way even the sea seems to shimmer with a secret. Summer is a season of memory and mood—of sun-warmed skin and stories waiting to be told.

I’ve always been a little bit in love with this time of year. The kind of love that feels nostalgic and tender and full of soft, golden light. There's the obvious stuff: beaches and bare feet, books read in the garden, the tang of salt in the air. But there’s also the more intimate, almost invisible romance of it all—the scent of coconut sunscreen on someone you like, the lazy clink of ice in a glass, the sudden ache of a song that takes you back.

I get sentimental about:

🌻 Blanket mornings on the sand, when the world is quiet and the waves are still stretching awake. I like to take a notebook and a flask of tea, just to sit and feel small and grateful.

🍓 First strawberries of the season—sweet, messy, best eaten with fingers in the garden, barefoot, bees buzzing nearby.

🧺 Picnics that last all day, with friends or just a good book, watching shadows shift across the grass, no real plans except to stay exactly where you are.

🎞️ The colours of dusk in July—pale pinks and smoky blues, the way the sky feels like it’s holding its breath.

📻 Old songs on the radio in a too-hot car, windows down, hair whipping, everything feeling like a film scene.

Summer always makes me want to write more, not just because of the beauty—but because it makes me feel so much. That dreamy, golden ache of a perfect moment that you know won’t last. I journal more often this time of year, trying to catch little flickers of the light before they vanish. Trying to remember what it feels like to be soft, open, and here.

What’s the romance of summer for you?

I’d love to know what memories come to the surface when you think about this season. What makes your heart race? What do you find yourself treasuring more this time of year?

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Let the sunshine in!

July 2025

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Page Summary

cornerofmadness - Sunshine and books
endlesstwanted - Introduction — who’s this?
lightbird - sunshine_revival Challenge #3
thatjustwontbreak - I made it out, out from under the sun
linky - Jetman Thoughts, Eps 43-44
tellshannon815 - (no subject)
author_by_night - Summer, Food and Youth
popghost - ✨ Soft Chaos & Crooners: July Goals ✨
badfalcon - What I'm Reading Wednesday
badfalcon - ✨glimmers and good things - day 4 ✨
typingnoise - The First Song I Ever Lied About Liking
typingnoise - A Quiet Day
typingnoise - A Love Letter to The Beautiful South & Phil Collins
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