This is everything I didn’t say 💔

[thoughtkick]

“I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.”

— Unknown

[its-just-isabelle]

[lettersfromadreamgirl]

“I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.”

— Heather Davis / The Clearing (via bnmxfld)

[imjust-a-girl]

[its-just-isabelle]

New Skin Unlocked: Goth Gf 🖤🦇

[its-just-isabelle]

More random lyrics, cause my mind’s a mess 🍄🧚‍♀️✨

It’s kinda scary to think about

How much you’ll suffer if your simply kind

People are not used to that these days

But if you think about life it all make sense

I just wasn’t born to be cruel

I was born to bring light

Into lives of people like you

I know that I’m soft

I know I’m too kind

I know I’m a bright star

On the darkest night

I know how it feels

To be lost and scared

I know what it takes

To find your own way

It’s kinda saddening to think about

How much pain we feel throughout our lives

People get colder with every scar

That someone has craved into their hearts

I wasn’t born to be cruel

I was born to bring light

Into lives of people like u

I know that I’m soft

I know I’m too kind

I know I’m a bright star

On the darkest night

I know how it feels

To be lost and scared

I know what it takes

To find your own way

You think your coldness will push me away

Baby, I wasn’t the one stay anyway

I’m just a sparkle that will make you see

Life is not as bad as you think it has to be

I like being soft

I like being kind

I’m the brightest star

On the darkest night

I know how it feels

To be lost and scared

I know what it takes

To find your own way

[its-just-isabelle]

Another late night thoughts I’ve turned into lyrics ✨

wanna get lost in me

Trust me it will work,

just temporarily

Im the one filling spaces

But never taking chances

It’s always been like that

I’ve always been this way

Always the one on the run

But not the one to stay

You don’t really know me

You just like the masks

The ones that I created

So you would never ask

You don’t really get me

You just know the stories

The ones I choose to tell

Leaving other parts blurry

[its-just-isabelle]

It lays in human nature. The constant need to know who you are and to find what you aim to be. I’m no different from that. But how fucked up do you have to be for aiming to bring light into peoples lives and at the same time being the most chaotic storm they’ve been through. To listen to them and help them however you could but run away when they try to get close to you. It’s pure hypocrisy. To always tell people to open up and let go of their fears but constantly hide behind very carefully made masks. I think I’ve been hiding behind them for so long I cannot remember the person who wanted to be masked. I know she lived on the run. She was pure but often felt sad for absolutely no reason. I remember her as a dreamer. Somehow, she always fought her best to makes those dreams actually come true. She was a hard worker. Beautiful, almost angel-like soul. Now the only angelic part left is that deceiving face. That face that lures you in and makes you tell her things you don’t wanna tell anyone. The face that gives you the softest look while coldly reading you like an old book. The face that cannot hide emotions very well but will put them into words just enough to satisfy you with an answer without giving away the real feelings. The face of an actress. The actress who constantly takes up a new role just to match someone’s else’s view of her. She can be the light I wanted her to be. However, everything around her falls into the chaos that she creates. If you look at her now, you’d see a beautiful, successful young woman with a great future ahead of her. But who’s gonna see the scared teen girl hiding from the world. I don’t know the answer just yet. When I do, I’ll let you know.

[flowerytale]

Christa Wolf ― Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays

[its-just-isabelle]

No context, just my face and a dirty mirror

[httpcottagewitch]

the sexual tension between me & the alternate reality I daydream about

[frvent]

i live for older girls who take care of you and give you advice on weird things w/o judging bc they’ve experienced it and are just so warm. my only goal in life is to be that for others one day

[its-just-isabelle]

Tired lookin angel face

[its-just-isabelle]

I can’t be the only one feeling like this…

It’s so fckin weird. You fall in love at young age (18 my case). That doesn’t work out and it’s okay, you’ve moved on but you just can’t fall in love anymore. Been in a 2 years long relationship after that and it was fine….but that’s what bothers me…it was just fine. No butterflies, no feeling like you’ve finally found your soulmate. So here I am wondering if that’s how it’s suppose to be now? Or maybe I just haven’t found the right person after that? Or maybe there’s just something wrong with me? Love confuses me so much…but I miss being in love so much as well…

[museofaesthetics]

i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.

[fleursdansunchamp]

“He said, “You’re so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break.” I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.”

— Francesca Lia Block, The Rose and the Beast: Fairy Tales Retold. (via calines)

[its-just-isabelle]

✨☁️made of an angels tears n pain☁️✨