i want the sun on my skin
and the ringing of your conversations in my ears
i want to go to sleep with an aching stomach
from laughing so hard that afternoon
i want bonfires, i want sand between my toes
i want soccer and football and water balloon fights.
i want pictures of it. i want notebooks full of it.
i want so much, i can’t record it.
i want your lips on my shoulders
and your hands on my hips
i want daisies and iced tea and watermelon.
i have never been so intoxicated with summer.
If this is my summer this year. If finally. When I hit my twenties. The summer is full of sunshine, parades, beaches and crappy movies, wings and expanding friendship circles…
Then God damn it! I am READY.
i left him so
i could warm my feet
in the morning sun
that hits the front porch.
it’s june,
my dear,
and i am tired of
bed warmers
and place holders.
(Source: getfuckinfit)
i like switching from coffee to tea in the summer… it doesn’t always work… but when it does.. it’s tasty.
(Source: ellliot)
the little post it sits unobtrusively on the photo near my bed.
a simple question that harbors no guilt.
did you pause today?
did you reflect today?
or did you hurry on by the sunshine.
did you hurry on by the lavender beneath your window.
did you kiss your cat enough?
did you read enough?
these questions should all be posted everywhere…
but then they would just blend in with my to do lists.