the smell of half rubbed in sunscreen, being left to your own devices, fighting with sticks in the woods, mosquito bitten legs, blisters, sunburns, scrapes, polysporin, watershoes
⭕️Impromptu dinner dates with friends
⭕️Wearing clothes that show different areas of your body because after all, it’s just a body. Why dont your arms or the skin on your back deserve to feel the summer breeze?
⭕️revisiting records you forgot about and making them your theme songs for a week straight (for me right now it’s Good Luck by Bladee)
⭕️ telling people no but opportunities yes
⭕️ strutting -walk bitch-
⭕️ loving and not worrying about whether people will understand it. Love is seeping from your pores don’t worry about where it’s going. Let it glisten like dew
i went into jo malone to inquire about this perfume i have been a bit obsessed with (ginger cookie). a girl my age working informed me that it was a limited edition run and they no longer carried it. i was devastated but nevertheless, ended up in conversation with her about how much i liked her shoes and her, my outfit.
“hold on a second,” she went into the back and made me a sample of a leftover stock bottle. i use my little bottle sparingly and think of the kindness often 🫚
and by that i mean the folks who sit through a whole lecture not taking a note. not a single one. not even because theyre distracted by their phones but literally just because theyre tapped in. im not quite there yet but maybe there is something to it
but not like standing. sitting. youll have to dust your bum from the fallen dried leaves from two summers ago but its part of the charm. take a load off, its been a long day.