to me, they mean...
summer summer summer!
summer summer summer!
I am DYING of happiness (and allergies) seeing all the flowers and leaves and grass coming back to life!! I want to spend the summer with tousled hair wrapping in fragrant crowns of petals, traveling endless highways at sunset, with a film of sea-salt dried on warm skin. I can't wait!
xxo
The Pulp Girls
love the 5th! x
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