i’m sitting here trying to remember what the outline of your face looks like. lightly tracing your lips on my skin hoping tomorrow morning you’ll be like a puppy in a box as my christmas present. i can hear your car pulling up outside of my house yet i’m miles away. tonight i am constantly consumed with you and the thought you’re spending christmas alone. alone but i know you’re with her. touching her. loving her.

zftw:

someone come play with my hair until the future isn’t scary anymore