September 2010
thunderstorm thoughts...
girlwithoutwings:
I like how a powerful storm reminds me of how small I am, how breakable and limited. The louder the thunder and the fiercer the lightning, the more I believe. There’s something humbling and thrilling about that moment of remembering that I am not the world. Humbling, because sometimes I live like I experience the world and it doesn’t also experience me. Thrilling, because it...
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