The rain spoke true and sincerely that day she walked into the café.
It was unlike other days where the rain droned on about the trivialities of the world and those within them,
unlike other days where the rain cried along with other souls for the pain that,
no matter how hard was suppressed,
Anonymous asked: Your blog is gorgeous
thank you, stranger! :3
Anonymous asked: You are Beautiful
once upon a time, I really loved you, and we floated away in a hot air balloon, leaving our worries behind.