Petrichor
The rain smells different by the sea. There’s more salt in the air, more sand and surf than grass and tree. When it rains, the roar of...
*Disclaimer: Not Actual Vomit - just the ramblings of a stressed out twentysomething year old. An outpouring of the hurricane of words swirling around in my head, shared with all of you lovely people. Please don’t think this is actual vomit, I would be sad if you did. I promise you that this is so much more than that.