lightning is brightening my entire room every few minutes. there hasn’t been any thunder, but the rain is starting to fall quietly, as if it doesn’t want to disturb this sleeping city.
ahh, Mother Nature.
I’m over sharing my bedroom with my brother.
vast landscapes are the only thing comparable to breath - who knew they could stretch so far
I need to need to need to write.
Should I paint my room white, light yellow, or a creamy white?
Sounds silly but my room is currently red and I have to turn a light on to see anything unless it’s 7am.