When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.
- Friend: *sneezes*
- Me: Bless you
- Friend: *sneezes five more times*
- Me: chill
Q:Do you have any rev commendations for dark lipsticks?