sigh

im just a bitter 83 year old man

[isaytisay]

ive thought about your lips a lot

[wnq-writers]

he called other girls pretty. i didn’t want to be pretty; i wanted to be intelligent, i wanted to be the light in his darkness, i wanted to be the best poem he ever wrote, i wanted to be his muse, i wanted to be the best thing he’s ever had. so the other girls could be pretty, but i want to be more than pretty on the outside, i want to be beautiful on the inside

unwrittenphrases  (via wnq-writers)

[transformativejourney]

I wanna travel and fuck you in every city we go to

[chelseahahahaha-deactivated2017]

AYE

[jasonapham]

[enchanted-dystopia]

REPRESENTATION MATTERS.

[profeminist]

[mysliceoffun]

Representation is SO important.

[isaytisay]

in a constant debate with myself about whether im lonely or just very alone

[michellepsychologist]

[Haejin Park Illustration]

[isaytisay]

a letter to my dad

i love you, despite the hurt we’ve caused each other. ive always been your girl, no matter how hard i try to be mad at you, i always come running back. sometimes i want to stop time, seeing you getting older, changing, breaks my heart. dont you think that a rewind button would be wonderful? to stop time and cherish our late night talks in the car? appreciate even our crazy fights about the most unnecessary things? but, regardless of whether we could break the laws of the time continuum or not, i hope you always remember how much i love you. words cannot fathom how happy i am when i get to see you smile. i love you dad, happy father's day!

[isaytisay]

honestly, you don’t need a man or a woman in your life to make you happy. you just need a dog. 

[isaytisay]

i’m not the girl you want. you think you’ll find salvation on my lips and that i can kiss your pain away. when in fact i’m just here to make you burn even more. i’m no better than the alcohol you drink and the cigarette in between your teeth. i’m not the girl you want. because in the end i’ll always find a way to hurt you.

[isaytisay]

why am i still awake

[isaytisay]

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why you can't save it all up like that.

Because by the time you finally see each other, you're catching up only on the big things, because it's too much bother to tell about the little things. But the little things are what make up life.

[isaytisay]

i don’t believe in god.  but all my life i wanted to believe. the people around me, the people i loved, seemed to have this irretrievable faith and fascination in a higher being. they told me he was everything, the almighty, our father, our savior. but i thought to myself, ‘what do i need to be saved from in the first place?’ life sucks and its just the way it is and will be. you can shake your fists in the air and shout that you dont got nothing. but the truth is, pain, anger, and sorrow are accompaniments to joy, love, and laughter. they are a part of the human condition and should be experienced fully and not passed off as the machinations of a divine entity. i find it disappointing when someone perseveres through hardship and then attributes their strength to god instead of crediting themselves for their effort. i find comfort in knowing that I have a choice in how i react. i also find comfort in knowing i will have to take responsibility for those choices. living without arbitrary restrictions, without guilt, self-abasement or believing that another life awaits is liberating for me. it reminds me to take time to find wonder in life and appreciate it as much as I can.

[isaytisay]

so close i could feel your heart beating and mine breaking

[isaytisay]

my best friend just came out to me

i’ve never been so proud of someone

[isaytisay]

I’m proud of knowing I can be vulnerable, feel alive and have my heart broken, but never give up.

I don’t want to feel nothing at all; I want to feel everything: the good, the bad and the ugly.

[isaytisay]

I whisper your name to the sea breeze, so that the salt may smother the sweet nothings I once considered something.

[isaytisay]

it'll all wash out in the rain