• Her.
• Me.
• Old.

for her

cause we are made of stars

how do i stop missing her?

i miss her in my mornings
when i’m at school and she’s not there with her morning mood and sarcastic jokes and sweet voice

i miss her in my afternoons
when i’m at home, reading a new book and have anyone to talk about it, but i’m pretty sure she would hate it because it’s another novel about undying things

i miss her in my nights
where we used to laugh and do shitty things just because we are bored teenagers with these weird, complex and good tastes

i miss her in my darkest moments
where she would cry with me and share my pains, because she is hurt too, she’s also broken to the very root, and i am too

also, i miss her in my lightest moments
in which we were graduating middle school and i would read this lame speech shaking as fuck but knowing we would go for sushi afterwards

i just miss her

i remember this test i made where i should name a person for each color of the test.

she was white, and white meant soulmate

i guess that’s what we are, when tho i miss her more and more every day

( made with carrd )