I'm not a coward, but when I hear that strong wind whistling through the windows and see the outlines of the trees bending under its pressure, I cannot get rid of this inner anxiety.
Well, I'm in for a rough night
Reposted from callmedaria
I'm not a coward, but when I hear that strong wind whistling through the windows and see the outlines of the trees bending under its pressure, I cannot get rid of this inner anxiety.
Well, I'm in for a rough night