ran from the plane to celebrate pooi’s 19th birthday yesterday. she is the smiley one in the middle and we have been best friends since 3rd grade. there is nothing more important and more powerful than a friendship that stands the test of time, than love that adapts. Pooi, u have known me happy and in love and peeing myself (literally) of laughter and feeling on top of the world and u’ve known me anxious and distant and broken and u have been just as present and just as patient for both. for friends like you I can’t thank God enough. i love you. by camila_cabello
I have a life guys. I don’t just sit on tumblr. You only need to message me once about rebloggingg something . I keep my asks. That’s why I don’t reply sometimes. I keep them so I can reblog later. I don’t mind rebloggingg but please only message me once.
Today I’m at the gym and then going to the pool to get sun on the one day that’s not raining. Then I have homework.
Okay. Sounds good.
Today, we’re sharing a new track with you! It’s a live rendition of “Un Beso”, the original will be part of our album Heartache City that comes out on Friday September 18th. For everybody to hear! How do you like this one?
my mother calls it gypsy lifting i’m going to get a bag the wind is just right and the violets think so too i think i spy a chat making a poo i’d like to gypsy-lift the stars and send one out to you you, who are who? someone with no dandruff perhaps brown eyes a derelict a dandy
i’m out shopping in my canoe finger frolicking the fireflies finger fucking firewood spying on the masturbating snails hollyhocks and cat tails boneless jelly fish and whales lunar eclipse perhaps i’ll meet you then on the decadent horizon where young lovers lock lips looking at the lockness monster
phooey phooey hence cabluey gypsying-lifting on a hand stand little fawny, dawn-lit and scrawny daryl jordan henry and johnny
buttermilk molasses sugar tooth and grasses
its just me the chimney sweep little bo-peep tending to her sheep eating her curds and way daryl hanna get a grip its only the first season
of the end of your career nightmares and dreams harlequins and queens who is my truest? love. don’t make me take my finger out and point it in your direction ….the bible tells me so
gee wiz he’s out shopping in the trees again moss on trees moss on trees moss on trees broken branches avalanches who’s got the keys to my jeep? who’s got the code to the condo of my soul? out robbing graves again like Marilyn Manson i’ll admit i’m popular amongst the ivys and the ferns can’t say if the felines took to me