(via Artisan Popsicles – a Sydney thing? – The Design Files)

today counts as the last day of my summer. most of my to do list remains unaccomplished. most days were spent at the beach. skin is brown and room is a mess, and a semi-permanent exhaustion headache hangs around to remind me of how much fun we’ve had. last night, we woke up other people’s parents by singing fur elise at three thirty in the morning. five hours later, jeremy made us coffees at the surf club, and sal and i did the crossword together. summer couldn’t be more beautiful if it tried.