can it just be summer already? 

I’m ready to not have any responsibilities. to stay up all night and then sleep for three hours and wake up and go again. to swim every day and live out of my car. to not shower for weeks on end. to go on road trips with my friends. to climb shit and jump off of shit and break shit. to get dirty and bruised and worn down from the amount of love that will constantly be surrounding me. to not brush my hair, ever. to be tan and sweaty and warm. to go camping and fishing and make bonfires. to suck every last drop of fun and love and good out of this summer. 

(Source: imprecise, via ex-cogitate)