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I miss you. I miss your smell and your taste. I miss the sound of you laughing and the sound of your voice when you say my name. I miss the feel of your rough fingers interlocked with mine. I miss the touch of lips on my body. I miss your eyes and the way you smile. I miss you hand pulling me along as we go for walks and I miss being carried in your arms when my legs are too tired to take me any further.
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I have so many people ask me what a tattoo of the moon could possibly mean to me and it angers me so much. In 2 years I have gone from being the happiest person I have ever known, to somebody that felt unworthy of living, and I’m almost back to that happy girl again. Change. Everything changes. Family, friends, hobbies, interests, priorities, feelings. Everything. My parents went from being the light of my life, to the reason why I despised myself, and now I can’t go a day without telling them I love them. Whilst they aren’t always in my view, and they are constantly changing, they always end up they way they were in the beginning. So I could get this whole paragraph tattooed on my leg or I could get the phases of the moon. My tattoo is a reminder, it’s my sense of comfort, it’s my surety that in the end, everything will be okay.
So far I have, and will continue to, follow every person that reblogs this. I love you guys so much.
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