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isaBella 🪲
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into the rose garden
I need to consume a focus potion from the video game Hogwarts Legacy.
August 28, 2025 at 10:30 PM
I need to express my feelings. I listened to a podcast that depressed me, and I might never act the same way again!
August 27, 2025 at 10:34 PM
We need a Disney princess who confronts the growing threat of pedophilia.
July 31, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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you better wipe that smirk off and wife that smurff up! wife that smirk off
wife that jerks off!
July 29, 2025 at 2:12 PM
As the pop-y sounds of Sky Ferreira filled the car, Cole turned to me, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait, is that Pink?" he asked, trying to place the captivating voice that seemed to weave a spell over us.
July 29, 2025 at 6:26 PM
The bubbling feces in my gut is making me feel demonic and spooky. Something ominous is afoot.
July 22, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Sack Bagans and I are from the same planet of Autism.
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July 14, 2025 at 5:08 PM
You wouldn’t believe it. I’m at the lamest place imaginable.
July 13, 2025 at 10:15 PM
If you don't have a deeper connection to Italian culture than I do, you shouldn't work at an Italian restaurant.
June 25, 2025 at 10:52 PM
Looking at dead flies makes my urethra go sideways.
June 21, 2025 at 11:35 AM
HEEEEEEEELP!
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June 15, 2025 at 7:48 PM
Had a cosmic appointment with Madame Coochstinky - she told me only GREAT things are happening tonight! 🔮🌙
June 15, 2025 at 7:40 PM
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i heard an Alanis Morissette song playing and i immediately rushed to go eat 2 cigarettes and now my stomach hurts
May 23, 2025 at 8:27 AM
Taking Lexapro feels like being trapped in a surreal, shitty sequel of A Nightmare on Elm Street, where each day blurs the line between reality and a disturbing, goofy nightmare.
May 29, 2025 at 10:49 PM
I’ve been promoted to green beret in the culture war!
May 24, 2025 at 6:32 PM
I don’t think this toothbrush is FDA certified.
May 17, 2025 at 5:18 PM
I'm so borderline autistic, I just split on myself.
April 19, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Ain't that a hole the boat.
April 19, 2025 at 12:50 PM
If I got stuck on a deserted island and could bring just one thing, it would totally be ibuprofen.
April 13, 2025 at 8:22 PM
My phony psychic name is Madame Coochstinky
April 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Cole, Isabella, and Emma; 2027 in Browntown, Alaska after the rise of the rebel armies.
March 30, 2025 at 12:14 AM
They call me the midnight Whistler because I fart a lot in my sleep.
March 30, 2025 at 12:10 AM
Cole and I are going to live in Browntown in a cabin made of zip ties.
March 30, 2025 at 12:07 AM
There’s something about being home alone at night that sends my imagination into overdrive. Every creak and whisper of the wind makes my heart race. It's such a chilling feeling—I'm on edge, wondering what might be lurking in the shadows. Why does it feel so hauntingly eerie?
March 29, 2025 at 12:46 AM
Struggling not to jump off my balcony after finishing the last drop of my Chobani cookie creamer.
March 1, 2025 at 1:05 PM