I sometimes
wonder if I only exist in the rain. It’s strange, but I feel most alive when it
rains, and outside of it, I slip away like I was never real to begin with. I
try to find it in the sunlight, but it never feels the same. What comes up in
you when the rain begins to fall?
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴇʀ · ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴǫᴜɪsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋᴇʀ · ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛᴀᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋᴇʀ · ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇ-ᴍᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ ᴛʜɪɴᴋᴇʀ · ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ ᴏɴᴇ ｉ’ｍ ｉｙａ ♡
Sunday, August 3, 2025
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