~CloudHead~

5h, Poetry, All that shit

[the-reasons-i-laugh-and-breathe]

„I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you. I left because the longer I stayed, the less I loved myself.“

-Rupi Kaur (milk&honey)

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[ramenuzumaki]

This post needs to be shared in all the blogs.

[shoe-string-theory-blog]

REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG UNTIL THE END OF TIME. ALL. OF. THIS.

[aestheticslauren]

[jaguars-ljauregui]

Remember when Camila…

[invisiblecloudd]

@jergilicious

[typhlonectes]

[alarmthegoose-blog]

[the-cutestfuckingbread]

Lauren: Hey Camz, give me your hand. I’ll read your future.

Camila, giving Lauren her hand: Uhh. okay?

Lauren, tracing a line down Camila’s hand: See this line here? It says a cute girl is going to hold your hand.

Lauren: *smiles sweetly at Camila and interlocks their fingers*

Camila, joking: Lauren get off, what if the cute girl sees you holding my hand and thinks I’m taken?

Lauren: rude

[jergilicious]

@invisiblecloudd tsk tsk ur ways have failed

[invisiblecloudd]

My ways are very effective ur just a loser and wont admit it @jergilicious

[preludetotheromance]

parallels

[gilrlikegirl]

My first girl crushes I remember was on my Seventh grade I had like 3 crushes I didn't knew I was gay I just like them a lot the way they speech move everything my heart beats for them I didn't think I was gay cause i didn't know all these different sexuality beside I was living on very conservative environment and religious the other thing I like boys too but less than girls.. I don't know I think I'm gay cause I start think of girls more sexual but if a cute guy come I won't say no .. (1)

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[invisiblecloudd]

Relate

[jergilicious]

Camila: Hey, I like your shirt

Lauren: Gee, thanks!

Camila: I’d like it better on the floor tho.

[invisiblecloudd]

SMOOTH

[specialyogurt]

[thegoodvybe]

[gremlin-spawn]

The amount of cuddling I desire is infinite

[remanence-of-love]

[mydogislit]

Lol me

[writing-prompt-s]

You’ve always loved watching waves crash against cliffs. As you grew, you began to paint them, spending many a day watching from different angles, capturing the chaos of foam and water in acrylic and oil. One day, when painting at the top of the cliff, you fall, and brace for death. But it does not come, and instead you feel as if you are cradled by the arms of many. “Oh no,” you hear. “We cannot destroy something that has loved us so beautifully.”