#ohcaashmere

[cruentiia]

“You are my new pillow.”

             “In your dreams, maybe. Don’t you use your brother to sleep on? What else would he be good for if not that?” Enobaria raised her eyebrows, looking down at the blonde. It had already been decided in her head that she’d give her to the silent count of ten to get up and move away from her before she went ahead and shoved her away. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he cops a feel of you if you ever sleep on him, honestly. You guys are basically the incest version of the star crossed lovers.”

[cruentiia]

ohcaashmere

SPREADING POSITIVITY | @ohcaashmere

CAT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL BUB OK. I don’t even know where to start om g. WHAT ABOUT HER THEME MAKING ABILITIES AND HER ICONS AND JUST  EVERYTHING BECAUSE WOAH. Have you seen her themes? They are literally the loveliest things ever. I’m for real blown away by her photoshop abilities, they’re phenomenal. With her writing she is literally such a wonderful rper and just. Her Cashmere. Her Cashmere is life. The Cashmere I have pictured in my head literally comes to life through her rping and it’s insane. I don’t feel worthy of rping with her amazingness but I’m lucky enough to be in her career squad and I’m just sgndsgdsgsdgn all the time whenever I see her on the dash (whICH I WISH COULD BE MORE BUT #CLOCKBLOCKED). She is the Cashmere to my Enobaria and I would not change that for anything because they are besties (or frenemies half the time oopsies) and I’m so so so lucky to have her as a partner and I hope that never changes and just. Rip me whenever we write crack because it fuels me ok? ok.

[provisoris]

I wasn’t that drunk

yeah you probably were meme LMAO

[ text; cashmere ]  you were standing in my fireplace screaming diagon alley.

[provisoris]

(talks dirty) garbage, mold, dirt, mud.

yeah baby-- don’t forget coal dust though #fave

[double-knotted-shoelace-blog]

@ohcaashmere He had expected mentoring to be hard, if Haymitch was any indication, but this was just short of torturous. Peeta sat down in the lobby, watching on the screen as his tribute, who had managed to last the first week, was slaughtered by a blonde haired, dark eyed Career girl who had been killing at least one tribute a day and painting her face with the blood of her victims. Scuffing and looking away, Peeta couldn't stand to see his tribute choke on her blood as the Career drew lines down her face and neck. But as the people around talked, he felt the presence of another Victor, tall, blonde, and just as vicious. Sighing slightly, Peeta kept his head down as he spoke quietly to Cashmere. "Congrats on your tribute," he muttered, as he took a small sip of his drink.