i’m ready for june. the purest month. the friday afternoon of summer, when the world hums with possibility. when spring kisses summer on the cheek, leaves behind a trail of ferns and dew. june is packing your suitcase for a trip. june is a sprinkler in the lawn. june is goodbye and hello all at once. every day feels like the first moment after you wake up, when the dreams still stick to your skin. we wander dazed and hazy in the infant months of heat and sun. we are lovely and unafraid

we must try to find some small joy in this life because it is actually all we have

me and my losing dog think you suck btw

i think avoiding everything is going to save me for real this time

so when are you gonna tell me that i’m the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires?

whatever happens happens but sometimes it would be nice if it didn’t happen

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

choosing to ignore my weirdly symbolic dream because i have a lot going on rn already