Inside my head, it’s a really dark place
I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
(Source: larmoyante, via jessicaabrookee)
When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.