Happy Birthday Cameron Boyce (May 28, 1999 – July 6, 2019) photographed by Isa Battaglin. Today would have been Cameron's birthday.

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Happy Birthday Cameron Boyce (May 28, 1999 – July 6, 2019) photographed by Isa Battaglin. Today would have been Cameron's birthday.
201218 bumkeyk 너무 보고싶다.사랑해
[trans] I miss you so much, I love you
I wonder what type of porn you watch
"You're beautiful, but you're empty...
One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you.
But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered.
Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all.
Since she's my rose."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, "The Little Prince"
Sleepy
We were on the phone, you in your house and me in mine. I’d fallen asleep, but you never hang up when I do, in case I wake up frantic and need you. I made a soft noise and that told you I was awake again, and immediately it came from somewhere in the static, your voice. “You okay, babygirl?”
I mumbled something about not being able to sleep but you told me to try anyway, telling me “you need your rest, beautiful.” and my heart swooned as you cooed the words, in a tone so soft I don’t think your friends even knew you were capable of. Then you tell me, “I’ll be here if you need me, I’m not going anywhere.”
“That’s what everyone says..” My voice is so meek from the sleepiness and mixed with a dash of sadness, and I think I almost heard your heart break at the sound.
“Oh baby, don’t do that, I’ll be here.” Your voice is nearly a whisper, but it sounds warm and comforting, and though I’m always worried you’ll leave like everyone else, I’m lulled to sleep almost immediately with the hope that maybe you’ll be the one to stay.
missing her voice is a MOOD
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.