Numquam Dedite

Isabella • U.S. • 21 • literature and creative writing student • insta: h.isabellabridy DM For Resume/Website

[jelly-fish-in-the-sky]

Romantic things that make my insides curl up

A reading to B as B falls asleep on their shoulder

Forehead touching. (this literally drives me insane!!!)

Confessing while drunk (idk what it is in books and fanfics but I love it sm)

A absent mindedly holding B's hand and intertwining their fingers tigether

Dancing in the rain

ANYTHING ROMANTIC IN THE RAIN

Dancing anywhere is just so 😻💞

A's friends having to full on explain that A is 100% in love with B

B holding onto A's hand as they squeeze through a crowd

Confessions with flowers 🤭

Holding the umbrella together

Accidental hand touching (ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY HAVEN'T GOT TOGETHER YET)

"Your hands are cold. Let me warm them up."

Secret meetings!!!

[heavensghost]

Words from light of love by Florence + the machine stitched onto fabric

[remanence-of-love]

[newlyoverwritten]

[quotemadness]

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Unknown (via quotemadness)

[sixpenceee]

“Stop! Here lies the empire of death.” Seen in the Paris Catacombs.

[heavensghost]

[demxnte]

You gotta walk in rooms like God sent you

[bakwaaas]

as a punishment.

[theimpossiblecool]

“You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.” 

Frida Kahlo.

[remanence-of-love]

[theoptia]

Dan Pagis, from “Autobiography”; translated by Stephen Mitchell

Text ID: my parents invented grief, / I invented silence.

[quotemadness]

“Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive. You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette.”

— Victoria Erickson

[local-deadpoet-deactivated20260]

drug of choice? english teachers complimenting my writing.

[thatsbelievable]

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

[newlyoverwritten]

Home Mass

If God is sitting next to me,

I think she is scratching my back.

It is a cold hand pressed to fever.

She’s very comforting, soothing,

Looking at me with eyes that blanket

My anxiety and fear and anger-

Like children hiding from the boogieman.

I think I am in love with her,

If this is what love is.

-H. Isabella Bridy

[flowerytale]

William Shakespeare — Macbeth