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Anonymous
Hii what's your Instagram?.xx

Hi, it’s isaxbel! :)

Posted 17 hours ago with 3 notes
Anonymous
I really really relate to your poem, "Clinically Depressed." Sigh...

I’m sorry love :( just know you’re not alone. Be strong. xo

Posted 17 hours ago with 11 notes
I know it’s nothing that a plane ticket or car ride couldn’t fix, but god, you don’t understand it unless you’ve been in it, unless you’ve felt it. It’s that feeling that hits your chest when you two finally say goodnight after listening to each other’s voices for the past few hours, and you’ll wonder why every time you say goodnight it feels like a goodbye. It’s how even though you two just had a wonderful conversation your eyes start to fill up with tears because it’s a bittersweet feeling, because once they hang up you’re alone again. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. You’re alone. It’s how a good morning text stands in for a good morning kiss, and how a “what’re you doing?” replaces hand holding. It’s how you two can’t help but talk about how every moment will be spent when you’re finally together, how a kiss will be more than just a kiss, how a hug is something that will last hours instead of seconds, and how looking in each other’s eyes will be more like analyzing each little spec of dark brown in their iris. It’s how you know that once you get to touch their skin it will be like touching the moon, and each little freckle will be your star to wish on, only yours. It’s how you’ll discover new galaxies in their laugh, and how each little scar will be more than that, it will be a story you want to read, so you’ll trace your fingers across them like braille. You’ll think of all this, all day, every day, every moment, even when you two are lost in conversation, you’ll think of it. And that’s the thing that keeps you hanging on, that keeps you going. The promise that every time you see the moon, it’s one step closer to seeing them soon. So you’ll close your weary eyes, and dream of them in your arms. Once you awake there will be a message, “Good morning…” and shall your love be awakened again, to swim through oceans, travel over mountains.
i.c. // a love separated (via delicatepoetry)
Posted 17 hours ago with 7,268 notes
Anonymous
Are all of your poems about real experiences from your life? Or do you make them up

A lot of them are experiences, others are creative writing. xo

Posted 19 hours ago with 14 notes
Anonymous
are you and miguels horoscopes compatible?

According to astrology we are not compatible because water plus air equals rain, we will drown the fire and passion within ourselves.

But, it’s okay because we both love the rain.

Posted 19 hours ago with 29 notes
Anonymous
I feel like you help everybody, no matter what the problem or who on here, yet nobody ever asks how your doing or if you need a little boost, and after all you've done for everyone i think you deserve at least that from everyone. So i hope your doing wonderfully dear, you have such a beautiful soul and mind like no other and i hope you remeber that forever, you're pure amazement, love you

Okay wow this is so sweet that someone could point this out and take it into action and be so nice. I appreciate it beyond words. Thank you so so much. Have a beautiful life. Love you too. xo

Posted 1 day ago with 14 notes

pay attention

At thirteen I started crying as silently as my wrists
started bleeding. I never understood why I always
felt too heavy, like I was buried under bricks and no
matter how much weight I lost, I felt like I took up too
much space in this room, in this world. I never
understood why I pushed the word sadness out of my
mind and convinced myself that I was fine even when
I was sitting in a bathtub full of my own blood. I never
understood why I walked around with a mask that some
people called a smile, and why I always felt like a fraud
at the end of the day. I never understood the way happiness
was suppose to feel and how people could call it a choice
because fuck, if it is a choice I wouldn’t be staring at the
walls wondering why I’m even breathing. I never felt loved
and I thought it was something I’d feel after letting him into
my bed, but after kissing boys whose lips I knew better than
their own personality, I still felt nothing but numb. I never understood why I was afraid of the doctor and afraid of
being told I was clinically depressed. The day the news
broke I still didn’t comprehend it, was I going to be like
this forever?
Four years later, two medications, sessions of therapy,
my wrists no longer bleed but my soul does.
I’m seventeen now, and I still don’t understand.
i.c. // ”clinically depressed” (via delicatepoetry)
Posted 3 days ago with 3,878 notes
Anonymous
What's miguels blog? What makes you love him so much? You two seem very cute ((:

His blog is miguelsreverie.
God, I could go on forever about what makes me love him. The fact that he’s everything I’ve ever hoped for in a man, from his laugh to his taste in music. How I am growing along with him, and over the year we have been together we are both becoming better people. How he can manage to make me so happy I cry because I never thought it was possible to love someone SO much, for someone to love me this much. I know he is the one I am meant to be with, honestly. ❤️

Posted 3 days ago with 20 notes
For too damn long, I’ve apologized to the men I’ve loved, for not being THAT pretty. For not being THAT skinny. For not being THIS, for not being THAT. I’ve said, “I’m sorry I’m not good enough.” Since the age of thirteen, like I say my name, it’s become the default of the question, “who are you?” I am so tired of beating myself up, tearing myself down. My body is not a goddamn temple, it’s the house I grew up in, and I don’t know why I keep trying to burn it down.
i.c. // "Fire vs. Fire" (via delicatepoetry)
Posted 3 days ago with 2,307 notes