july;

the cape;

taking the boat to the vineyard for lunch;

sangria;

tying up to some neighbors blasting Carlos Santana;

Woodchuck Granny Smith Apple;

launch driver accepting payment in Corona Light;

a return trip with only one engine but plenty of belly laughs;

fruit salad;

Coppertone spf 8;

afternoon thunderstorms;

sunburnt lips;

rinse & repeat in 1.5 business days.

I have known to be rather dramatic a time or two (or hundred) but g.damn if we aren’t a bunch of lucky SOBs.

summer.

oh. my love for sangria knows absolutely zero bounds.

Red, White & Blue Sangria

Katelyn: for Falmouth?

[via: thekimenator: graceinplace]

emphasis mine; words hers.

heylabodega:

Take care of yourself, because it’s no one elses’ job, and because, no one else has to.  You can make other people feel good once your own insides are sorted out.  When you’re at peace with yourself and your place in the world, you are easier to be around.  Calmer, more composed.  Friendly and encouraging and without bitterness or envy or irritation.

You forgive yourself for last week and tell yourself you can do anything this week, and you’re right.  Parent yourself.  Be chest-burstingly proud of who you are.  You should probably take a nap if you’re tired.  Sweetheart, if that boy’s being mean to you, stay away from him.  You look really nice today.  

Go easy.

[via: ohheyitsdk]

today is the first official day of summer (!!!!!!)

so, without further adieu I present to you:

SUMMER GUACAMOLE.

to me, you are perfect.

[via: thegreensandyellows: gastrogirl]

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees— just as things grow fast in movies — I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

— The Great Gatsby

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