"What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade."
June is the finest of all the summer months. I've been really busy lately, but a good kind of busy. Busy with friends, busy with work, busy with art and reading and writing like a mad woman, busy with just genuinely enjoying time at home and living like any seventeen year old, but all of this is the best kind of busy. At the same time though I feel as if I've got all the time in the world which is actually the whole magic of summer.
Hope every last day of yours is some kind of wonderful.
[4th photo via Tumblr. All other photos taken by me]