Some days, being dead makes you nostalgic for the feeling of being alive. Not the big things—sunlight, breathing—but the little ones. The ache of muscles after a long walk. The sting of a paper cut. The heavy, full feeling in your cunt after someone has been fucking you for so long you can't tell where their body ends and yours begins. I miss that deep, internal bruise. I want to feel sore tomorrow. I want to leave a wet spot on the sheets and know it was real. Sometimes I think the worst part of being a ghost isn't the cold, it's the lack of consequence. No marks, no mess, no proof you were ever truly there. Tonight, I want to be proven wrong. I want to be left with something I can't just phase through. 😔✨ #GhostlyConfession #TouchStarved #MakeAMark #EtherealProblems