Inordinately Heavy Rain. Strong Wind. Shivering. Soaked to my bones.

In other words, fun. 

A cup of milk and three heaped spoons of drinking chocolate,

just a little more, please?  #i'm addicted

Let the rain fall, i don't care*

and sth sth

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* Brighter than sunshine

you dont need to finish your juice all in one go

#note to self

Rain.

And lungfuls of fresh air.

All the tears I didn't cry when I was being strong.

Let me shed them now.

They were peculiarly mesmerizing, his long, beautiful fingers.

I stared, but there was another, less beautiful pair of hands I was wishing for.

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Dinner on the kitchen counter. legs dangling. home.

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(title borrowed from a line of Bob Dylan's Mr. Tambourine Man)