_october 1th

i don't know who needs to hear this but your words don't cease to exist when you say them out loud, your songs won't stop being yours when you share them, your weird dance moves won't die outside your body, and your feelings don't burn out because they're heard by someone other than the one in the mirror.

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It's June and more than ever, especially because of this song, I have to rewatch cmbyn

I'd bleed for anything if it held me the right way

And I miss you, like autumn leaves falling down when the trees are half-dead, like birds singing as the first rays of sunshine hit the earth, like trying my best to capture running water between my hands when I was a child, like evenings reflecting my loneliness back to me like some mirror glowing in the distance, like sending smoke signals on a deserted island, like knitting gloves to your hands' measurements and not being able to even wear them now that I can't send them to you, like walking the length of a city and still feeling the emptiness where your place should've been, like finding silence excruciating, like staring at the ceiling for hours, like the sight of my own written words making me sick, like... like nothing. I just miss you.