- sext :
i can still feel the echo of your fingerprints dancing on my skin. i talk to the moon and tell him all about you. i wonder if he recognises you when he sees you. i always tell him that though the constellations are beautiful, they cannot compare to you. when the moon waves goodbye and the sun smiles hello, that's when i crawl into bed and sleep, for the moon is my only friend and on the nights when he does not show, i am lonely. i wish you were here. i wish you were still sleeping next to me. i miss you. i miss you. miss me back. please?
It doesn’t matter if you’re pretty
or have things all over your face,
because what truly matters is
what’s inside you.
this is actually the most meaningful and thoughtful post i have ever seen on tumblr