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
[id: someone standing with their hands apart from themselves, possibly keeping someone off or stopping something. there are hearts edited to be around them. the caption reads: before pride month end, anybody mind if i appreciate my trans friends /end id]
