I realy ike july… it is my favorite month of the year beacuase it is warm and soft like clouds and sunsets. it is the perfect kiss, the hot baked bread, the essense of life
Summer. July is at the center of all foolishness, all juvenile escapades, and all stories of long forgotten loves of lovers at their prime, sixteen. I remember July for the first boy I loved and the first one that said goodbye.
I love summer. it is in July. I have no school most of the time and the nights are shorter because there is more daylight. I love going to the beach and playing in the sand. The water parks like Coney Island are also really fun.
They didn’t know that July was going to be hotter here than it was in Canada. Or anywhere else for that matter. July in Texas was like a freaking oven. And they didn’t bring any shorts. My cousins are morons. Why did they have to come visit in the first place?
July is the next month of June…july is the 7th month of the year. July is where spring season starts. July is the semi lucky month for me. It is the month when i joined my college for the first time.
i think it is funny how not many peoples birthdays are in july. i only know one person i think. and yet, we celebrate the fourth of july! crazy isnt it! but the birthday sare at the end of the month, not like the 20th but one of the last two days
July is during the summer. Pools, tanning, sunglasses, dog park, HOT, anything cold (especially lemonade). July can be fireworks, especially when I see him standing there in the light of the ferris wheel, his silhoutee makes me smile.
In the summer, the month of July comes all too soon. I met my girlfriend’s father this past July. I was so anxious and nervous, but now, I am very thoughtful of this month because my life has been so much better during it. I love July. I love the summer.
I hate july. It’s too hot and I get shweaty balls, I don’t like shweaty balls. If I could make the whole year a split between spring and fall, I would.
Who would have thought that it was just a July thing? It filled the space where it sat so completely that without it there would have been an absence. And an odd thing was there it did not appear to displace anything. Even the first time you saw it in the corner of your eye as you turned the corner going past, it had the sense of always having been there and that everthing had accreted around it. It was only when it left that we realised what we had taken for granted.
The hot summer sun, sending the air waves reverberating off of the thick black tar that seemed to run off of the pavement. The grass was losing its green and seemed to choke in the dust as it was sprinkled by gracious water droplets the flew through the air, impatiently spurting over the small yard.
i like july. its the month i started dating the love of my life. july 9th to be exact. hes amazing. and it was honestly the best day of my life.i used to hate july.. i dont like warth weather, but i like it now. cause its amazing. everytime i think of july i think of my man and how much i love him and july.
Those honey milk days are gone.
The indigo skies are filled with the remnants of last night’s laughter.
Lovemaking every night.
Sticky and melted popsicles and popcorn on the streets
When flowers are there, bees will sting.
It’s totally a month. I don’t remember if it’s a hot one or a cold one. The fourth of July is a thing. Oh no I’ve been revealed as a citizen of the United States!
children laughing, parents smiling, ananomus teenagers throwing candy, floats of all shapes and sizes, and the red, white, and blue, day as the sun goes down and the stars come out. The annual fireworks of every shape and color, as every family sits outside and is visually amused by the explosions of art.
July was a time when strawberry ice cream run down chins along with the red blood gushing from the nose of someone who tripped in their roller blades. It was a time for excitement and imaginations to sour as firework lit up the night sky on the forth.
This year in the 4th of july parade it was so cool because i was actually in the parade all though it was really tiring because we we’re dancing the whole way it was so AWSOME!!!!!
Hot and sticky as the parade marches slowly by. Cold icecream melting in my hand, cruel sun beating down on my hat, not a breeze or a single whisper of releif
July isn’t here anymore and we had to say goodbye. We didn’t want to but it had to happen and now I will never love July like I used to because I stopped loving July when i stopped loving you. I even hate July. I hate it! But that’s a lie because I can’t hate July because I can’t hate you.
It’s hot. Sweltering. There are fireworks. Lemonade. Hot dogs and picnic blankets. There was a kiss. And a letter claiming goodbye. I missed him. I don’t think of him often.
July came like a howling through the chimney and the baby howled with it. We couldn’t name her a summer name, for how many more summers would there be? Summer’s lungs were giving out and the baby was the one sucking up all the air.
how about july, he hesitated into the dark room.
july?
yes…july, he said with more confidence.
july, she tired the word on her tongue.
so?
okay. july.
okay, he smiled, wrapping his strong arms around her, hands resting on her growing stomach.
july.
It is summer, and we are lighting all the fire works to explode for our fourth of July celebration. All the picnic food has been devoured by the dog because someone left it setting out with out watching it. Way to go mom.
July was the time I first knew that I loved you. I hadn’t seen you for months, and didn’t care, or wanted not to care, and then I dreamed you and me more honest and more real than we ever were. And our dream selves were in love, and I knew we should try to reach for them.
you know…my brother has a birthday in july.
so does my dad.
and my cousin.
and the guy i went to prom with.
and one of my favorite guy friends.
what am I getting at?
no idea.
but july is an okay month.
July. She whispered. That’s what I’ll call you. In hope to raise her baby girl to be the strong, independent woman her mother was. Just like her mother. Just like the month.
I realy ike july… it is my favorite month of the year beacuase it is warm and soft like clouds and sunsets. it is the perfect kiss, the hot baked bread, the essense of life
Summer. July is at the center of all foolishness, all juvenile escapades, and all stories of long forgotten loves of lovers at their prime, sixteen. I remember July for the first boy I loved and the first one that said goodbye.
I love summer. it is in July. I have no school most of the time and the nights are shorter because there is more daylight. I love going to the beach and playing in the sand. The water parks like Coney Island are also really fun.
They didn’t know that July was going to be hotter here than it was in Canada. Or anywhere else for that matter. July in Texas was like a freaking oven. And they didn’t bring any shorts. My cousins are morons. Why did they have to come visit in the first place?
July is the next month of June…july is the 7th month of the year. July is where spring season starts. July is the semi lucky month for me. It is the month when i joined my college for the first time.
i think it is funny how not many peoples birthdays are in july. i only know one person i think. and yet, we celebrate the fourth of july! crazy isnt it! but the birthday sare at the end of the month, not like the 20th but one of the last two days
July is during the summer. Pools, tanning, sunglasses, dog park, HOT, anything cold (especially lemonade). July can be fireworks, especially when I see him standing there in the light of the ferris wheel, his silhoutee makes me smile.
In the summer, the month of July comes all too soon. I met my girlfriend’s father this past July. I was so anxious and nervous, but now, I am very thoughtful of this month because my life has been so much better during it. I love July. I love the summer.
It is a very wonder time of the year.
July the fourth – it was strange to not be celebrating, but then, England wouldn’t celebrate one of her colony’s declaration of freedom.
An American in London.
And Marion had never felt more independent than being away from home. She held that truth to be self-evident.
it was
mid-july
as tears
fell down
her face
screaming
silently
into the
night
for pains
and
loves
long ago
lost.
it was
mid-july
when she
fell away.
I hate july. It’s too hot and I get shweaty balls, I don’t like shweaty balls. If I could make the whole year a split between spring and fall, I would.
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Who would have thought that it was just a July thing? It filled the space where it sat so completely that without it there would have been an absence. And an odd thing was there it did not appear to displace anything. Even the first time you saw it in the corner of your eye as you turned the corner going past, it had the sense of always having been there and that everthing had accreted around it. It was only when it left that we realised what we had taken for granted.
The hot summer sun, sending the air waves reverberating off of the thick black tar that seemed to run off of the pavement. The grass was losing its green and seemed to choke in the dust as it was sprinkled by gracious water droplets the flew through the air, impatiently spurting over the small yard.
i like july. its the month i started dating the love of my life. july 9th to be exact. hes amazing. and it was honestly the best day of my life.i used to hate july.. i dont like warth weather, but i like it now. cause its amazing. everytime i think of july i think of my man and how much i love him and july.
Those honey milk days are gone.
The indigo skies are filled with the remnants of last night’s laughter.
Lovemaking every night.
Sticky and melted popsicles and popcorn on the streets
When flowers are there, bees will sting.
It’s totally a month. I don’t remember if it’s a hot one or a cold one. The fourth of July is a thing. Oh no I’ve been revealed as a citizen of the United States!
children laughing, parents smiling, ananomus teenagers throwing candy, floats of all shapes and sizes, and the red, white, and blue, day as the sun goes down and the stars come out. The annual fireworks of every shape and color, as every family sits outside and is visually amused by the explosions of art.
July was a time when strawberry ice cream run down chins along with the red blood gushing from the nose of someone who tripped in their roller blades. It was a time for excitement and imaginations to sour as firework lit up the night sky on the forth.
A month of the year, that occurs in summer for the Nothern Hemisphere and in Winter for the Southern.
Generally it calls to mind holidays and sea.
4th of july
I love the month of July!!!!
This year in the 4th of july parade it was so cool because i was actually in the parade all though it was really tiring because we we’re dancing the whole way it was so AWSOME!!!!!
In July the men retuned home from their tour and were very happy to see their children and wifes. But the were off to the war as fast as they came. =(
July is the time to remember the fallen heros.
Hot and sticky as the parade marches slowly by. Cold icecream melting in my hand, cruel sun beating down on my hat, not a breeze or a single whisper of releif
I love the 4th of July and i think its a pretty name for a girl.
April: May, June and July go to the concert???
August: No! Its on September!
It was hot and comfortable. He walked down the sidewalk. It was Summer Break at the time. It was July.
hey! my birthday is in july!!!!
July isn’t here anymore and we had to say goodbye. We didn’t want to but it had to happen and now I will never love July like I used to because I stopped loving July when i stopped loving you. I even hate July. I hate it! But that’s a lie because I can’t hate July because I can’t hate you.
It’s hot. Sweltering. There are fireworks. Lemonade. Hot dogs and picnic blankets. There was a kiss. And a letter claiming goodbye. I missed him. I don’t think of him often.
July came like a howling through the chimney and the baby howled with it. We couldn’t name her a summer name, for how many more summers would there be? Summer’s lungs were giving out and the baby was the one sucking up all the air.
I got married in July
In a heat wave in NYC.
I remember dancing and dreaming
That night of my old boyfriend.
how about july, he hesitated into the dark room.
july?
yes…july, he said with more confidence.
july, she tired the word on her tongue.
so?
okay. july.
okay, he smiled, wrapping his strong arms around her, hands resting on her growing stomach.
july.
It is summer, and we are lighting all the fire works to explode for our fourth of July celebration. All the picnic food has been devoured by the dog because someone left it setting out with out watching it. Way to go mom.
July was the time I first knew that I loved you. I hadn’t seen you for months, and didn’t care, or wanted not to care, and then I dreamed you and me more honest and more real than we ever were. And our dream selves were in love, and I knew we should try to reach for them.
you know…my brother has a birthday in july.
so does my dad.
and my cousin.
and the guy i went to prom with.
and one of my favorite guy friends.
what am I getting at?
no idea.
but july is an okay month.
July. She whispered. That’s what I’ll call you. In hope to raise her baby girl to be the strong, independent woman her mother was. Just like her mother. Just like the month.