dear lightning idea in my head diary,
the sound of thunder makes me want to make love, but not when it's ruined by an accompanied hairdryer. and why would you blow dry your hair before bed anyway? i don't use a hairdryer- and i don't make love either. i don't know how to use a hairdryer properly- and i don't think i even remember how to make love the right way- if there even is a right way- if i've ever even made love at all. i can fuck- without any problems- and have sex really well- but intimacy- totally beyond comprehension for me. i do love thunder tho- hearing it takes me to a place i went before i ever knew of shame. i love the rain and the darkness before rain comes in the day. the cool winds that seem to rise up from nowhere- that stir dust and dirt all for the rain to clean and make pure and once again to give life anew- and watch all the things for around me that grew- into the most beautiful things my eyes had seen- but why does loving have to be so mean?
the sound of thunder makes me want to make love, but not when it's ruined by an accompanied hairdryer. and why would you blow dry your hair before bed anyway? i don't use a hairdryer- and i don't make love either. i don't know how to use a hairdryer properly- and i don't think i even remember how to make love the right way- if there even is a right way- if i've ever even made love at all. i can fuck- without any problems- and have sex really well- but intimacy- totally beyond comprehension for me. i do love thunder tho- hearing it takes me to a place i went before i ever knew of shame. i love the rain and the darkness before rain comes in the day. the cool winds that seem to rise up from nowhere- that stir dust and dirt all for the rain to clean and make pure and once again to give life anew- and watch all the things for around me that grew- into the most beautiful things my eyes had seen- but why does loving have to be so mean?
