THUNDERSTORMS THUNDERSTORMS THUNDERSTORMS are amazing and I love them, even when they keep me up.
Really, there is absolutely nothing that cannot be improved with a little Sturm und Drang. Except maybe sunbathing. But thunderstorms beat sunbathing, because you can sit in your dressing gown by a crackling fire with a glass of whatever takes your fancy, and casually read a leather-bound tome, and it is literally the classiest you can be without a royal entourage or wooden panelling.
Although I actually kind of want to go outside and run around, even though it’ll be cold and wet and will probably stop being fun within the first minute, so I’ll just sit by the window instead, even though I actually should be up in 5 hours, so maybe bed would be a better place.
And now the birds are singing. FUCKING BIRDS. SHUT UP. GIVE ME MORE THUNDER.
PRAISE BE TO THOR.
(via 4rr0ws)