maybe the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them

write a book

do a movie

#my soulmate would hate me #why is this bitch always walking into doors #where did this bruise come from #what did she do this time #did she fall down the stairs again ?

The fact that I can’t remember your eye colour is more than sad and it breaks my heart, because it was my favorite colour.
And I also can’t remember how your skin felt on mine.
Your voice was my favorite music because I could always listen to it and never getting tired.
I dont know anymore how your hands looks like. I dont know anymore how your lips looks like. I dont know anymore how your nose looks like. I cant remember.
Your breath next to mine was the best thing in the world, and who knows, maybe we’re breathing at the same time and the same rhythm.
But the fact that I cannot remember you, means that you’re too long away. And it’s miserable because you won’t come back.
I miss you.
I miss you (via sad-veins)