Help Me

Lauren: Hey camz what you doing?

Camila: I'm on Wattpad

Lauren: oh cool, what you reading?

Camila: fan fiction lo

Lauren: what fan fiction though Camila?

Camila: camren fan fiction

Lauren: oh.... What's the book called?

Camila: it's called checkmate....

Lauren: .....

Camila: .....

Lauren: okay camz!

Camila: *thinking to herself* if only you knew...

Natasha: So, I’ll start by introducing myself. I’m-

Y/N: *Enters the room*

Natasha: -Very gay and very single.

No one:

Literally no one:

Not a single soul:

Gays at ungodly hours of the night: I YEARN for a lover to spend winter nights cuddling in my log cabin in the woods with my 7,354 cats and plant children, eating freshly baked bread watching movies from the 80s

"she was a girl with dreams, a girl with demons, a girl with a crush, a girl with a broken heart, but she was a girl who knew her place"

-unknown

“i used to shine so brightly now there’s bruises on my psyche - i said no. i’d love to say this is my last poem about you but i live in perpetual deja vu and it’s why i curse god but somehow i’m still sitting in this pew.”

— smspoetry (sexual assault)

Carol: Your home is on fire, you have sixty seconds. What do you take?

Y/N: A nap.

“I hope that the next time you’re happy, you won’t get so low when it’s gone. I hope you find something that heals your soul. I hope you trust the universe that it has a plan for your next smile. Because it does. You’ll see.”

— Juansen Dizon (via remanence-of-love)