ghostparties: set your arms down
it started raining on sunday,
and every single day from then ‘til now. i never want it to stop. i want to hear it pour down against my roof and go outside and jump in the puddles and lay down in the middle of the wet street and inhale the scent of it all. and i want to watch the water drip from my split ends when i get up and run in the soft grass and escape this terrible little thing we call life.