While I was walking back to my house, it started raining. I wasnt depressed so I cared the way I looked ant I can honestly say that I am pretty obsessed about the way I look, I always wanna look perfect. And the rain, wasnt a warm summer rain, it was pretty cold. But I didnt cared who will see me and how I am going to look and I raised my face and the rain just washed it. I started to sing Youre making it come alive in the middle of the street and I skipped all the way back to my house. I felt released. It was quite weird
Maybe the rain didnt wash only my face and my clothes
I should learn how to post literature on deviantart
And I hope there aren't any mistakes...









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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do that was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse. (Diane Arbus)
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c'est le poison dans le flacon
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