Paris in the rain is the most beautiful sight ever 


cruello:

James Dean, 1955.
Photo: Dennis Stock


aquaticnocturne:

rain-storms:

coffee, books, and rain … perfection by lydiafairy on Flickr.

Story of my life.

I am alone among rickety substances,
the rain falls upon me and it seems like me,
like me with it’s madness, alone in the dead world,
rejected as it falls, and without persistent shape.

Pablo Neruda, “The Dawn’s Dability”