Summer, a time of love, peace, and relaxation. I found Ryan that summer, and turned out he was all I would ever need. He was my rock, my strength, and the man I would spend the rest of my life with. He loved me for who I was, not for who he wanted me to be. I desired him more than I have ever wanted anyone before. He was mine. Forever.
there are flip flops and sandy beaches, long wavvy hair that no one bothers to style. days under the sun and boys that don’t last past august and that “how i spent my summer” essay is really anything you want it to be. what happens in the summer stays in the summer, and no one really has to know.
…Meant to me the ice of my mothers loneliness. She worked the closing shift at the drive in and would drag me to watch the creature features until late late at night.
I was in the backyard. Lying amongst blueberries on the bush. They stained my skin purple and my tongue dark blue. Tose stains looked like poison. They were never poison. They loved me endlessly.
The summer breeze flows through the door, bringing in the much needed releaf, from the hot sweltering days, that have caused us utter exhaustion. It is great.
Halcyon days, a consuming fervor of thoughts and emotion. Endless hours of beating sun and dripping sweat, long nights spent sleepless, dreaming of places far away.
Summer is the greatest time of the year. There is nothing like long drives with all the windows of your car open blasting screamo or pop punk music louder that your merchant model speakers can handle. There’s something about summer that makes you feel carefree. You have nothing to worry about when your main goal is to get to the beach or go to the fest grounds for a free concert of your favorite new bands. Even though the world doesn’t stop in the summer, it might as well. I have three more years of summer. Three more years until I have to continue my career into the summer months instead of having school. Yes, I plan on taking at least 2 courses over the summer and working a minimum of 40 hours a week until then, but “summer vacation” is what you look forward to for 16(ish) years. 16 years. I have three left. I can’t wait for summer. Summer is the three months that I absolutely love Milwaukee. God, there is always something going on. The world’s largest music festival, one of the largest Warped Tour sites, festivals for just about every country/nationality, Bradford beach, the art museum with world class architecture, even the distinct smell of yeast from the beer factories make summer in Milwaukee… Home.
summers a fun time of life. i always go down to texas, when i think of summer of veronica. i like veronica. shes a great friend. we talk about stuff. we share a favorite bands. you me at six. theyre from the uk. harry potter was filmed in the uk. emma watsons in harry potter. i wanna marry her. so badly.
warm and sunny and all of that. It’s nicer. I’m a little tired of winter at this point and would much rather a little scalding, Texan, summer heat to all of this cold–though I suppose it’s not so bad compared to how much snow and how much colder it could be… Like New York. I don’t believe I’d last there too long. Though I suppose I could try.
Ah, summer time. I kind of hate it. I hate “swimsuit” season, and I hate how people look at me oddly for wanting to stick with skinny jeans and sweatshirts, all year round. I love swimming, but I’ve never felt comfortable with my body, so it’s hard to find a time when I actually lovei t as much as I used to. This word just kinda made me depressed. I like Spring and Fall better.
It was mid-summer when the lightning bugs in the woods started their transformation. Twelve of them became LED indicators on microwave ovens, eight became the flash for cell phone cameras, but the remaining 16 million of them became the embers on the tips of cigarettes at NASCAR races.
It poured, a freezing sleet that no one could have predicted. She watched out her window, letting a tear slide down her cheek before turning away. Winter never held the success summer did.
Summer is a great time of year. This is because of many reasons. First is the sun is shinning which makes it warm. Second is you can go swimming with all of your friends. I fear I dont have many summers lfeft.
I can’t wait until summer. It is warm and pretty and I won’t have school. I’m going to Interlochen but I’m going first session. I am going to have a very busy summer. We are going to New York and Montana and Philly. But then I have auditions at South in September so hopefully I’ll be back by then.
3 months of freedom. No more school, stress, work. Just laying down in a sea of calmness. Laying by the beach as the sand warms your feet just peering out into the ocean, wondering about the possibilities in life. a state of reflection.
Summer could not come quicker to me, after this last blizzard and the follow up storm, I had to get rid of over 30″+ inches of snow. Summer is a time for sun, fun and water. Time to travel and see things. Summer is warm to your heart.
is the time for falling in love, for first times, for sun tans, for best friends, for sand between your toes, for the waves finally coming to your toes, to learning things you never thought you would, to sunsets, to slurpees, so sunrises, to boys, to girls. to everything you can’t do the rest of the year. to new love.
Summer is by far the most amazing season we have of the four. Ever since I was little I remember going to our local swimming pool and jumping in with my little floatys. Summer reminds me of my step sister and the times that we had throughout those few summers. Summer is an amazing feeling. warm, happy, loving. If I had a choice it would be summer all year around.
The summer snow
circled the driveway
like a foggy morning,
dew weighing on the
blades of grass,
bending them into
submission
to be wet blades of grass
because people expect morning dew
in the morning,
expect water vapor in the air
to drop onto the blades of grass
and lightly bend them
so the poets and artists
can describe them as the morning dew.
fun beach swimming bikini hot ice cream shaved ice pool cute pretty sun hot heat dancing friends no school no homework interesting boy bright eat play laugh
Summer was a time of healing. It took an entire season to detach myself from everything that had made me shatter, everything that had caused tears. It took the whole summer to unbreak my heart and give me a voice again. I taught myself how to let go of hopeless hopes and pointless faith. I returned to school a new person, only nobody could tell. That’s the problem with changing; you can do it as much as you want and you’ll know that you’re different, but you have to prove it to other people.
Hot. Playful. Sunny. Carefree times that we all love to have. No school, all about friends. Perfect weather, perfect life. Everything is good. Everyone looks forward to this time of year, and gripes when it’s over. Don’t they know it’ll be back in three seasons? It’s a good time for all to have, and I love summer. Enough is enough though, sometimes. You know?
Summer is so far away. It is warm when I am cold. Bright, when I am dark. Green when I am white. Alive when I am dead. Summer is so far away. I am winter.
It’s Rikku. Deep, shining, bright — Summerikku, laughing and golden in the sunlight, silver and shining, fey, in the moon. The night captures her, spins her around, dancing, like the faeries she hunts. She’s not laughing right now, no; she’s looking at me, looking at me and wistful, like there’s something she’s not saying, that she can’t say — and I don’t know what it is. It haunts me, that expression, and I wish…
It’s Rikku. Deep, shining, bright — Summerikku, laughing and golden in the sunlight, silver and shining, fey, in the moon. The night captures her, spins her around, dancing, like the faeries she hunts. She’s not laughing right now, no; she’s looking at me, looking at me and wistful, like there’s something she’s not saying, that she can’t say — and I don’t know what it is. It haunts me, that expression, and I wish…
Summer is a wonder from which there is no escape. Who knows what can happen in the summer? Who? Who among us has the prescience, the foresight, the clairvoyance, the brains, the brightness, or the pluck and sheer masculinity to claim what could occur in such a brutally vibrant time of the year? Who?
There was never another summer like the one of 1999. My friends, the neighbors, everything was as it can never be again. It was hot; of course it was fucking hot. I wouldn’t expect anything else from summer, though, as I know how things can get and how things are supposed to be here in New Orleans.
freedom.
love.
short shorts.
best time.
yet the worst time if you’re not doing anything and then you log on to faceboook or twitter is talking about hanging out and shit.
No, no more summer dammit, what about winter??? It is winter somewhere… just like it’s 5 oclock somewhere and just like someone is giving birth, having sex, hiking mt. everest and perhaps even jumping off the eiffel tower!! whoa son, i hope he has a parachute or else… year he is dying too! whoops. I hope he had a nice croissant before hand!
I like summer, or more particularly, its nights. Summer nights feel like time has all melted together, and you’re reliving various feelings you’ve felt in the past. I have always considered myself a lover of the colder seasons… but every time they come around, I’m wishing for summer. And the things that happened during summer. And summer feelings. And those incredible summer nights.
ah yes, summer breeze… and I am actually feeling it right now as it comes through my balcony door! I love LA – because in January it feels like the perfect summer. I bet a lot of squirrels live here because they don’t want to hibernate! Hm, perhaps bears do too… actually I haven’t heard of ay bear attacks around here.
it was different then any summer beforehand. there was just this sense of understanding a love that i have never felt in my previous 17. maybe it was the way the sun and water met, but i give thanks for this summer every day. it was precious.
Every summer’s the same for me: visit my grandparents, do a bunch of homework, and then repeat. It’s really getting old, you know. Maybe I’ll do something special one summer… but I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. I don’t know. This is such a generic word, but with potential. Maybe this will turn into something to write about.
The most beautiful days of my life. This past Summer was spent with drunken sing alongs, lovers, and most important of all, the best of friends. I will never forget these days for the rest of my life. Summer came and went, but the love it taught me will never fade.
this summer was hell. there was so much drama, so many lies. but, I met the love of my life. I guess there are some advantages. I lost so many people, I gained the best thing ever. i guess this summer wasn’t as much of a hell as i thought it was….
Summer, a time of love, peace, and relaxation. I found Ryan that summer, and turned out he was all I would ever need. He was my rock, my strength, and the man I would spend the rest of my life with. He loved me for who I was, not for who he wanted me to be. I desired him more than I have ever wanted anyone before. He was mine. Forever.
there are flip flops and sandy beaches, long wavvy hair that no one bothers to style. days under the sun and boys that don’t last past august and that “how i spent my summer” essay is really anything you want it to be. what happens in the summer stays in the summer, and no one really has to know.
…Meant to me the ice of my mothers loneliness. She worked the closing shift at the drive in and would drag me to watch the creature features until late late at night.
I was in the backyard. Lying amongst blueberries on the bush. They stained my skin purple and my tongue dark blue. Tose stains looked like poison. They were never poison. They loved me endlessly.
i’ve only ever lived through the seasons of winter spring and fall to taste the lemonade tanged fruit of summer.
The summer breeze flows through the door, bringing in the much needed releaf, from the hot sweltering days, that have caused us utter exhaustion. It is great.
Halcyon days, a consuming fervor of thoughts and emotion. Endless hours of beating sun and dripping sweat, long nights spent sleepless, dreaming of places far away.
Laughter. Sweltering heat. Oklahoma. Lake. Boat rides. Booze. Love. My boyfriend. New experiences. Music festivals. Dirty Projectors. Road trips. Complete happiness. Clouds and blue sky. Airplanes flying over. Stars at night. Dancing. Garage parties. Grit and grime. Dirt. Sweat.
Summer. Warm, thick, delicious summer. Some days spent with dear friends, some with sweet lovers.
Summer is the greatest time of the year. There is nothing like long drives with all the windows of your car open blasting screamo or pop punk music louder that your merchant model speakers can handle. There’s something about summer that makes you feel carefree. You have nothing to worry about when your main goal is to get to the beach or go to the fest grounds for a free concert of your favorite new bands. Even though the world doesn’t stop in the summer, it might as well. I have three more years of summer. Three more years until I have to continue my career into the summer months instead of having school. Yes, I plan on taking at least 2 courses over the summer and working a minimum of 40 hours a week until then, but “summer vacation” is what you look forward to for 16(ish) years. 16 years. I have three left. I can’t wait for summer. Summer is the three months that I absolutely love Milwaukee. God, there is always something going on. The world’s largest music festival, one of the largest Warped Tour sites, festivals for just about every country/nationality, Bradford beach, the art museum with world class architecture, even the distinct smell of yeast from the beer factories make summer in Milwaukee… Home.
summers a fun time of life. i always go down to texas, when i think of summer of veronica. i like veronica. shes a great friend. we talk about stuff. we share a favorite bands. you me at six. theyre from the uk. harry potter was filmed in the uk. emma watsons in harry potter. i wanna marry her. so badly.
warm and sunny and all of that. It’s nicer. I’m a little tired of winter at this point and would much rather a little scalding, Texan, summer heat to all of this cold–though I suppose it’s not so bad compared to how much snow and how much colder it could be… Like New York. I don’t believe I’d last there too long. Though I suppose I could try.
Ah, summer time. I kind of hate it. I hate “swimsuit” season, and I hate how people look at me oddly for wanting to stick with skinny jeans and sweatshirts, all year round. I love swimming, but I’ve never felt comfortable with my body, so it’s hard to find a time when I actually lovei t as much as I used to. This word just kinda made me depressed. I like Spring and Fall better.
It was mid-summer when the lightning bugs in the woods started their transformation. Twelve of them became LED indicators on microwave ovens, eight became the flash for cell phone cameras, but the remaining 16 million of them became the embers on the tips of cigarettes at NASCAR races.
It poured, a freezing sleet that no one could have predicted. She watched out her window, letting a tear slide down her cheek before turning away. Winter never held the success summer did.
the summer’s sun left everyone sparkling in the late hours
all revealed itself in the lakes amongst us
we swam in celestial focus
to find ourselves cleansed of the sludging sweat
Summer is a great time of year. This is because of many reasons. First is the sun is shinning which makes it warm. Second is you can go swimming with all of your friends. I fear I dont have many summers lfeft.
I can’t wait until summer. It is warm and pretty and I won’t have school. I’m going to Interlochen but I’m going first session. I am going to have a very busy summer. We are going to New York and Montana and Philly. But then I have auditions at South in September so hopefully I’ll be back by then.
3 months of freedom. No more school, stress, work. Just laying down in a sea of calmness. Laying by the beach as the sand warms your feet just peering out into the ocean, wondering about the possibilities in life. a state of reflection.
The sun was warm, the soft sound of the waves crashing against the beach. It was a perfect summer day with the ocean breeze though the palm trees.
Summer could not come quicker to me, after this last blizzard and the follow up storm, I had to get rid of over 30″+ inches of snow. Summer is a time for sun, fun and water. Time to travel and see things. Summer is warm to your heart.
is the time for falling in love, for first times, for sun tans, for best friends, for sand between your toes, for the waves finally coming to your toes, to learning things you never thought you would, to sunsets, to slurpees, so sunrises, to boys, to girls. to everything you can’t do the rest of the year. to new love.
Summer is by far the most amazing season we have of the four. Ever since I was little I remember going to our local swimming pool and jumping in with my little floatys. Summer reminds me of my step sister and the times that we had throughout those few summers. Summer is an amazing feeling. warm, happy, loving. If I had a choice it would be summer all year around.
The summer snow
circled the driveway
like a foggy morning,
dew weighing on the
blades of grass,
bending them into
submission
to be wet blades of grass
because people expect morning dew
in the morning,
expect water vapor in the air
to drop onto the blades of grass
and lightly bend them
so the poets and artists
can describe them as the morning dew.
fun beach swimming bikini hot ice cream shaved ice pool cute pretty sun hot heat dancing friends no school no homework interesting boy bright eat play laugh
Summer was a time of healing. It took an entire season to detach myself from everything that had made me shatter, everything that had caused tears. It took the whole summer to unbreak my heart and give me a voice again. I taught myself how to let go of hopeless hopes and pointless faith. I returned to school a new person, only nobody could tell. That’s the problem with changing; you can do it as much as you want and you’ll know that you’re different, but you have to prove it to other people.
Hot. Playful. Sunny. Carefree times that we all love to have. No school, all about friends. Perfect weather, perfect life. Everything is good. Everyone looks forward to this time of year, and gripes when it’s over. Don’t they know it’ll be back in three seasons? It’s a good time for all to have, and I love summer. Enough is enough though, sometimes. You know?
Summer is so far away. It is warm when I am cold. Bright, when I am dark. Green when I am white. Alive when I am dead. Summer is so far away. I am winter.
It’s Rikku. Deep, shining, bright — Summerikku, laughing and golden in the sunlight, silver and shining, fey, in the moon. The night captures her, spins her around, dancing, like the faeries she hunts. She’s not laughing right now, no; she’s looking at me, looking at me and wistful, like there’s something she’s not saying, that she can’t say — and I don’t know what it is. It haunts me, that expression, and I wish…
It’s Rikku. Deep, shining, bright — Summerikku, laughing and golden in the sunlight, silver and shining, fey, in the moon. The night captures her, spins her around, dancing, like the faeries she hunts. She’s not laughing right now, no; she’s looking at me, looking at me and wistful, like there’s something she’s not saying, that she can’t say — and I don’t know what it is. It haunts me, that expression, and I wish…
Summer is a wonder from which there is no escape. Who knows what can happen in the summer? Who? Who among us has the prescience, the foresight, the clairvoyance, the brains, the brightness, or the pluck and sheer masculinity to claim what could occur in such a brutally vibrant time of the year? Who?
There was never another summer like the one of 1999. My friends, the neighbors, everything was as it can never be again. It was hot; of course it was fucking hot. I wouldn’t expect anything else from summer, though, as I know how things can get and how things are supposed to be here in New Orleans.
freedom.
love.
short shorts.
best time.
yet the worst time if you’re not doing anything and then you log on to faceboook or twitter is talking about hanging out and shit.
No, no more summer dammit, what about winter??? It is winter somewhere… just like it’s 5 oclock somewhere and just like someone is giving birth, having sex, hiking mt. everest and perhaps even jumping off the eiffel tower!! whoa son, i hope he has a parachute or else… year he is dying too! whoops. I hope he had a nice croissant before hand!
I like summer, or more particularly, its nights. Summer nights feel like time has all melted together, and you’re reliving various feelings you’ve felt in the past. I have always considered myself a lover of the colder seasons… but every time they come around, I’m wishing for summer. And the things that happened during summer. And summer feelings. And those incredible summer nights.
ah yes, summer breeze… and I am actually feeling it right now as it comes through my balcony door! I love LA – because in January it feels like the perfect summer. I bet a lot of squirrels live here because they don’t want to hibernate! Hm, perhaps bears do too… actually I haven’t heard of ay bear attacks around here.
it was different then any summer beforehand. there was just this sense of understanding a love that i have never felt in my previous 17. maybe it was the way the sun and water met, but i give thanks for this summer every day. it was precious.
Every summer’s the same for me: visit my grandparents, do a bunch of homework, and then repeat. It’s really getting old, you know. Maybe I’ll do something special one summer… but I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. I don’t know. This is such a generic word, but with potential. Maybe this will turn into something to write about.
-Mel
The most beautiful days of my life. This past Summer was spent with drunken sing alongs, lovers, and most important of all, the best of friends. I will never forget these days for the rest of my life. Summer came and went, but the love it taught me will never fade.
this summer was hell. there was so much drama, so many lies. but, I met the love of my life. I guess there are some advantages. I lost so many people, I gained the best thing ever. i guess this summer wasn’t as much of a hell as i thought it was….