wealthclubk asked: i like your mind, via your blog. & that your name says 'bottled clouds'. and if that's you in the picture, (don't know why it wouldn't be, but this is tumblr lol) you're beautiful as well. Thats all. lol
My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.– Jonathan Carroll (via hellanne)
purpbanga: infamousvikas: you never wanted me you only wanted what you saw on the exterior you began to unravel me piece by piece until i was just shreds amongst your finger tips ive picked up those shreds and put most of them together by now but the thing is i will never allow someone to unravel me the way you did i hope sincerely the person to unravel you doesnt discard you...
I could start fires with what I feel for you.– Fires, David Ramirez (via georgiangentility)
miguu: i am always amazed at how easily we expect rejection, and how efficiently we reject kindness. - n.waheed
You never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.– Neal Shusterman, The Dark Side of Nowhere (via weedbrain)
He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in...– Jake Christie, Small Stories (via perfect)
She is braille. I read her with my hands, her body speaks to me. I...– Jhavia Nicole (via luv-me-tender)
We’re in a society that cripples people and then punishes them for limping.– Freddie Prinze (via aigla)
I had never noticed him before that night. It was as though he didn’t exist, and...– Tammara Webber, Easy (via simply-quotes)
graceebooks: men at large think they are being robbed of something when an attractive woman with a 90% chance of developing breast cancer gets a double mastectomy what better illustration of the male sense of sexual entitlement do you need
aye one time i owed the library like 400 dollas...
niggaimdeadass: it was the summer of 7th grade going to 8th a nigga was stressed and depressed walking home like “how the fuck did i manage to do this to myself” on the brink of tears everyday scared to tell my mom luckily they had this program “read away your fees” or some shit like that every half an hour you sat in the library and read it took 2 dollars off my niggas. my...
I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’...– Maya Angelou (via barbieandken)
biteythevillain: hell is literally when the bottom of your foot itches but if you scratch it it tickles