mary loves summer

Camp Xavier’s caters to each campers individual, unique… skill. Like fishing! Or… ax wielding. And not telekinesis. Or anything. 

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100 days of the 100 ladies ♡ 18/100

9 Perfect Summertime Reads

Whether your beach/poolside reads tend to be fluffy romances, hot romances, or thrilling adventures, we’ve got the perfect summertime read for you!

1. I Believe in a Thing Called Love by Maurene Goo
Because who doesn’t want to read a cute, laugh-out-loud romance while sitting by the pool? 😂💕

2. The Lovely Reckless by Kami Garcia
Hot guys + serious swoons = Perfect summertime read, TBH. 🚗❤️ 

3. Daughter of the Pirate King by Tricia Levenseller
Summer is definitely the right time to set sail with a bunch of pirates — adventure awaits! 🌊⚓️

4. The Square Root of Summer by Harriet Reuter Hapgood
With the word “summer” in the title, this one’s kind of a no-brainer. ☀️😎

5. Internet Famous by Danika Stone
Pack this one in your beach bag and daydream about internet fame in between dips in the ocean. 💻💕

6. The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich
In case you’re the kind of person who likes to read fast-paced thrillers (with plenty of romance!) while at the beach. 🔥👨‍❤️‍👨

7. Bad Romance by Heather Demetrios
The anti-romance to keep you on your toes as those bad romances try to sneak their way into your summer plans. 💔🌼

8. Romeo, Juliet & Jim by Larry Schwarz & Iva-Marie Palmer
Secret relationships? High Fashion? Yeah, count us in. 👗👀

9. The Truth About Happily Ever After by Karole Cozzo
This book takes place in the summer, features an amusement park princess, and is all about heartbreak and new love. (ie: best. summer. read. ever.) 👸🏻🎢

October by Mary Oliver

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There’s this shape, black as the entrance to a cave.
A longing wells up in its throat
like a blossom
as it breathes slowly.

What does the world
mean to you if you can’t trust it
to go on shining when you’re

not there? and there’s
a tree, long-fallen; once
the bees flew to it, like a procession
of messengers, and filled it
with honey.

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I said to the chickadee, singing his heart out in the
green pine tree:

little dazzler
little song,
little mouthful.

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The shape climbs up out of the curled grass. It
grunts into view. There is no measure
for the confidence at the bottom of its eyes—
there is no telling
the suppleness of its shoulders as it turns
and yawns.
Near the fallen tree
something—a leaf snapped loose
from the branch and fluttering down—tries to pull me
into its trap of attention.

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It pulls me
into its trap of attention.

And when I turn again, the bear is gone.

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Look, hasn’t my body already felt
like the body of a flower?

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Look, I want to love this world
as thought it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.

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Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not
the flowers, not the blackberries
brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink
from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees;
I won’t whisper my own name.

One morning
the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident,
and didn’t see me—and I thought:

so this is the world.
I’m not in it.
It is beautiful.