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Our life is our story. Our story is written in our mind, and some passages might slip onto our skin as well; sunburn from that day at the lake, scars from climbing onto that roof with your friends, from petting a stray cat and from clumsily cutting that apple. There are stretch marks from where we grew, marks on our skin just like the ones on the kitchen door. The sun might shine through our freckles, moles painted on our skin like pearls. A birthmark that might look like Alaska, a tattoo with no meaning behind it or all the meaning in the world - all open for intepretation and all so beautiful. We're all so beautiful, open books in the best way possible.

things that just scream summer to me: doodled-on converse, crop tops and flannels, crickets chirping, cracks in roads with faded out marks on them, feeling like flying when you suddenly drive over a smooth new piece of asphalt with your bike/board/skates/car, a cool wind in the evening, the sun breaking through the clouds, the smell of warmth and safety, loud wine-bitten laughs, whining about the heat at noon, roofs.

Can't wait to sit on a roof with some friends while the sun goes down, the air thick with the smell and feel of summer and the sound of mosquitos as we're chugging our drinks and eat McDonald's, talking and joking and laughing about.