hippies-arewelcome reblogged
I lay awake at night and write you letters
in my head. I fall asleep with the thought
of the moments we shared written all over
the ceiling. Those nights in your backyard
when laying in silence was enough. Or the
times we couldn’t sleep for hours because
we were so aware of how young and alive
we were and how we would always look for
things that scared the fuck out of us, but
at least we were still feeling something. At
least we were afraid. Now I’m too empty to
feel anything. And god, do I miss it. You are
slowly slipping away through the cracks in
my skin and I don’t know how to make it stop.
Please make it stop. I need you so much it
hurts my whole body.
wtm, I miss everything so fucking much (via wordscanbeenough)
