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Storms are so therapeutic.
I just like to sit by a window and taco myself in a giant blanket , and listen to the precious thumps of glass liquid. A thousand clear beads of water ramming into the ground like a stampede.
And then afterwards you can smell the hot gravel, drenched with puddles. Thats the best part.
"After all, were only human.
Always fighting what were feeling,
hurt instead of healing.
After all, were only human.
Is there any other reason why we stay instead of leaving?"
-Jon McLaughlin
:)
I just like to sit by a window and taco myself in a giant blanket , and listen to the precious thumps of glass liquid. A thousand clear beads of water ramming into the ground like a stampede.
And then afterwards you can smell the hot gravel, drenched with puddles. Thats the best part.
"After all, were only human.
Always fighting what were feeling,
hurt instead of healing.
After all, were only human.
Is there any other reason why we stay instead of leaving?"
-Jon McLaughlin
:)