Running from Lighting I loved rain. I love it so much that I walked down this city side walk with no umbrella and my jacket is wide open. I'm soaked. I don't care. Why should I? I believe that if you love the rain, invite it into you..it wont make you sick. I see lots of people with hats on and thick coats buttoned up to their chins, scurrying down the side walks with umbrellas over there heads. They might get sick. But I wont.Running from Lighting by MyLaplander
Thunder gently rumbles above my head. I always believed it was hoofed animals, maybe buffalo of horses, up above us, running from something across thick, puffy, gray planes. I still can picture them racing past us, over our heads, with each drum beat of nature. I lift my face to the sky as the next rumble comes, I feel the hoof beats in my heart as water slips down my neck.
I drop my face again looking out down the side walk, as I see another shape pass through street lamp. A Boy..or a man..he was in that awkward stage in betw
Hay thur person. Name's Mike, from Russia. 21.
There's more boring things about me on my tumblr. Follow if you have one, but if you dont, I dont care. Dont ask to follow back, because I wont.
I'm not tumblr famous but my url is getting known throughout the TH fandom. *won't say how many followers I have*
But basically, if you wanna know something then look on my tumblr. Send me a note on here if you want, I dont care. Be an annoying anon on tumblr. *shrug* Doesnt matter. I've got a bit of free time recently so I'm usually available to talk.