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I fall to the sound of rain, a natural sheet of whispers in surround;
my musical scale of guided cleansing, a soothing run of inner washing.
It balms my troubled conscience and in my senses I am afloat,
I am robed in given ease, and light, light bliss.

I love rain more than silence because there is no daunting threat, 
no fear of potential nightmares to shock the naked mind.

I get to breathe in the fields that has just been washed clean,
and feel personal pleasures of the refreshed and made new.

I see a little of the West here, where you wouldn’t expect to.

Ari: when’s Deon coming over again?
Lisa: Dunno, why?
Ari: I want to ask him how to make it nice.

Lisa: is it Deon (the skeleton) because he’s skinny or cause he likes skeletons?
Ari: skeletons. But can be that also. Oh, I forgot his hipster glasses!

Ari: you need a hug. (Hug)
Shocked Lisa: why did you hug me?
Ari: cause you so raging.

Littlest sister who usually doesn’t show much feeling or affection, has her extremely darling moments. Also, she’s so talented!

Small

My head washes over the past whisper my heart had,
The sillage of my thoughts in a dawdling process to be understood.

A prick of a person, 
the prick of a finger
A small jerk of dissatisfaction, the blunt distaste of expire.

It is the petty things that prod my mind, 
the solitary equation with oneself.
Of how thin the line and when to cross;

this muted bicker in my mental background.

one step two steps into the welcoming yet terrifying body of watery possibility. I’m glad I’ve got hands to hold. 

;)

The person behind my lovely weekend. I look like a pufferfish in the fourth photo because he hugs really tightly! I love it, I should show that and smile next time. (stupid)

Watching videos to inspire and discuss
talking everything
lots of BOOKS we borrowed bought and read
Friends
my first Fast and Furious movie (6)
lots and lots of hugs and kisses and jumping around and holding hands

My better half. A beautifully matured love with the easy happiness of a child. I can’t wait to have one (as we say every day) with you. I love you. ;)

I hate it when I’m so prepared and determined to sleep early and then BOOM time disappears in half a second. Hello where have you gone you sneaky hours? 

Re-uploading/fixing up annalisalikesolives, I acknowledge that I am reblogging myself, there’s no point in posting the same thing twice. Laziness reigns.

The exposure wasn’t intended, I absentmindedly opened the film latch intending to check the batteries, not my brightest moment.