tutta mia

[tutta-mia]

[saintmarc]

[zimtkrieg]

[scribeherself]

The taste of overripe peaches over the sink, bare feet on hardwood floors that stayed warm long after the sun went down, the sudden shift from green to gold, and the quiet realization that the sweetest part of summer is already slipping through your fingers like melted ice.

when june fades into july.

[saintmarc]

[nixscriptum]

For the wishful and the wide-eyed — June’s moon remembers what you asked for. ( ☾ )

[florial]

[04k96]

Here

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[aidashakur]

sometimes i just need to sit in the sun about it

[isl-equ-ay]

[saintmarc]

[zimtkrieg]

[florial]

[zagrebinaa]

[04k96]

[isl-equ-ay]