Cloudy Memories

A collection of lost thoughts. Sometimes I scream, at times I whisper. Enjoy.

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[vanilla-revenge]

He recited every line like he was swallowing fire. The pearls of his teeth never shined, as if shy of the lights that greeted them shamelessly. But when the velvet curtains whispered as they drew to a close, the bounce in his step is revived, yet the gleam in his eyes die. Like a child who loses their toy; a walking contradiction. The man walks down the pavement, smoke bleeding out of his upturned lips. If you look closely enough, the world melts around his skin, at his mercy. But when the bulbs go down with the dullest whine, he turns around and leaves before it becomes less and less and less and less and less and less; to return home and rest.

james dean. | S. R.

[vanilla-revenge]

I hear the new year singing from the rooftops, wearing hope like second skin.

2016 has a twinkle in their eyes | S. R.

[vanilla-revenge]

If you don't mind me asking: what musicians/bands do you like? x

Damn I have so many 😅 I'm literally into everything except country music but right now I'm really into Halsey, Placebo, Bring Me The Horizon, Mac Demarco, Broods, Of Mice and Men and many many more.

[vanilla-revenge]

i just wanted to say that i really love your writing

You legit just made my entire day/week/month/year/LIFE you are an angel and ily epicbellamy

[vanilla-revenge]

Living in one of the flats of a tall building in the city, there lived a beautiful girl. With hair so dark the night frowned with jealousy, skin as pure as freshly pressed olive oil, and a heart so good the Angels would welcome her gladly. But every now and then, she would feel the strangest thing: something tugging at her chest. The girl was curious, so off she went into the world to look for whatever (or whoever as she would find out) was tugging her towards it. Her journeys weren't always joyful. There were moments where the sum of her parts seemed to always be tear stains and broken hearts. But then she would look forwards and remember the tugging, the light at the end of the tunnel she never thought she would start chasing. Several years passed. As she was stumbling out of a dark cave filled with sharp rocks, she saw a road diverge into 2 paths. The path on the left looked the same as any other road: dull, dreary yet safe. The curious thing was that she couldn't see into the path on the right. The girl hesitated but soon felt the strongest tugging on her chest as if somebody had an anchor on the other end. Throwing all caution to the wind, she took the path on the right. It took her 6 months to get to the end of the road. Once the path had ended, the girl saw a man standing in a field of white roses. He held his hand out and smiled, like he was expecting her. Not waiting another moment, the girl ran to the man and took his hand. Finally she felt complete. "Who are you?" She asked the man. He smiled and said, "I'm your heart."

A wedding gift for Maqeba and Irvan

[daddyofghetto]

[hugsfromhugo]

[vanilla-revenge]

A solar eclipse and the Milky  Way seen from the ISS

I am practically in tears over how beautiful this image is.

same. i promise i teared up a little….

[amy-santiago]

- S.R.

[chloe-blog-blog-blog]

[vanilla-revenge]

Listening to good music is like hearing the universe say I Love You Over and over again. And when I listen to the melody of your voice God I feel so, incredibly loved.

S. R.

[acupofkeen]

[blackangelsbrokenwings]

[tireheb-deactivated20190529]

[vanilla-revenge]

My eyes have witnessed fires That should've melted my irises. Instead, I took that flame And forged a sword worthy of the mightiest heroes; And played a game of a thousand soldiers.

[unsaf-e]

[vanilla-revenge]

She won't hesitate to rip your heart out and use your dripping blood as war paint. She was forged in fire and raised from the ashes. Her enemies bones have been ground to dust and she built her temple upon their ruins. She is fire She is rain She is heart and she is never afraid.

feminism was carved into history by gods | S. R.