desidia

I'm just so much better at writing about the bad stuff than the good stuff and when I begin to think why that is a shiver runs through me.

Rain has been pouring down for at least four six days. It feels like a punishment. If the world was to be washed away for another Ark I wouldn't mind. The photos would be amazing, the ocean flooding the hills and forests.

They kinda touched lightly on the part where God murdered almost the entire population of his creations.

And on the horizon is an ever darker cloud screaming towards me with relentlessness.

Fucking Birthdays