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I'm having trouble getting out of bed lately.
It seems id rather dream because that's the only place i don't hate me.

Cynicism is my confucianism bury my coffin shallow so i can still fell the rain.

I can't stand the lack of pain.

-CRM

#depression #pain #sleeping #numb #habits #numbness

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

blank spaces

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

seasonalskins

blank spaces

we often mistake spaces for emptiness
when we are powerless
when we are boundless

we often don't realise
these spaces aren't empty
and we can be anything
we have a finite life
with infinite choices

so that's why these spaces are blank;
the vacancy awaits to be occupied

#blank #spaces

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

Time

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

Tark Wain

Time

Today I told a doctor that time heals all wounds
he said no that’s aspirin
and if you have have allergies
you’ll need epinephrine

Today I told a priest that time heals all wounds
he said no that’s God
also prayer and hope wouldn’t hurt
if I was no fraud

Today I told a psychic that time heals all wounds
he said to get a reading and I’d be fine
and he’d throw in a magic ball
for only $9.99!

Today I told myself that time heals all wounds
as I looked in the mirror staring my body down
It better I whispered
because in this pain I soon will drown

#sad #life #death #think #inspirational

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

innocent

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

jacky

innocent

in all fairness
it isn’t your fault
that you graced me
with all you beauty
only the gods could’ve made
and the angles could’ve woven

and I cannot blame you
for my little beating heart
lies in the sidewalks of you smile
taking camps building campfires
in your burning eyes
in second and third degrees

in all fairness
you’ve done nothing wrong
but be perfect as you are
lashes long
tattoos along
all is just to heavenly in feeling

and I cannot blame you
in all sense
that I can wring out in my
dry but full mind
filled with me
*falling deep into you

It's Jesse Rutherford who inspired me in this one. It's his eyes, voice, and tattoos that makes me want to fall more and more in love with him... and it's not his fault. Not entirely.

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

cigarette break art sessions //

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

jacky

cigarette break art sessions //

As I light this third one,
your face came up to my mind.

I suddenly wished that your love is like smoking.
When I desired to let in the smoke,
the addictive nicotine of your love
inside my pitiful tired airbags,
I could easily tell myself
to exhale the white
lung filtered ghost
out of my system,
out of my life.

But your love doesn't work that way.
Love is inking your name on my skin
deep through my bones (if it can).
Living in me, thousands of needle bites
In each second piercing through who i am
for the rest of my breathing years.
And through the pain, your name is complete.
Yet when you leave,

your name, your love,
will remain
in blank ink
on my young
cigarette-fumed
skin.

(all but a work of my mind)
Posting it here because judging by it, it is still not worthy of being published :(

And I still **** at ******* titles.

#love #broken #sad #desire #death #tattoo #smoking #leaving #breaking #inspiring

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

A Second Time

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

Chloe Elizabeth

A Second Time

When I think of you,
I think about what we had

And that if you came back,
I would surrender to your words

Not because you deserve
any more of mine

But because I don’t sleep
from thinking about holding your hand

I don’t eat
from thinking about the outline
of your lips
and how much I loved their shape

I don’t do anything anymore
because you decided to change
the way you wanted to spend your summer

And it wasn’t with me

I would take you back
because I have to,
because I need to,
because I don’t have the strength
to say goodbye to you
a second time

By Chloe Elizabeth

I lied. This one is about you too.

#sleep #summer #strength #goodbye #lips #eat #hand #surrender #shape

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

Untitled

Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a

pluie d'été

Untitled

how afraid we are
of things unsaid
and things
that are said too soon

if only silence
would compensate
for either

be the fence
separating the lush green
from the left
and the lush green
from the right

alas
it is the left
seen to be grey
by the one
who always
drowns in it