Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.
Matty Healy (the 1975)

(via breanna-lynn)

And if he ever comes back around, be strong enough to say no

Up late because I don’t have to be up early tomorrow. But I kinda do have to get up early because of homework. Yay. 

I’m slowly learning I’m a drama queen. That one picture shouldn’t have caused me so much stress. It’s supposed to be funny! I would like to insert a lot of things to blame, but I’ll stick to myself tonight/this morning. (It’s 1:20ish am where I am. I don’t call it morning until after I wake up. Unless it’s my birthday or a friend’s birthday.)

I will stop rambling now. The pictures from New Orleans and Atlanta are finally up. I will be posting them soon!

Goodnight/morning. Be blessed! <3

I just want to write a bunch of poems about you. Maybe then my heart will be satisfied. Maybe then the fantasy will die.

I give up. I’m giving it all away to God. I can’t do this on my own anymore. I should have known this wasn’t going to be easy. I trust You Jesus!


A new original story by me!


triggeranything, as an act or event, that serves as a stimulus and initiates or precipitates a reaction or series of reactions. (

The Words of Liam Isaiah McIntyre Trigger

What’s up world? Well not the world, yet. Maybe some day the world will take interest in this green and white journal that I use to express my thoughts. We’ll see. Because I don’t exactly plan on being someone incredibly famous. I don’t have any talent. Well people call me an artist because I am pretty good at ceramics. I make vases to put the flowers in at my mother’s florist shop. Betty’s Boutique is the name of the shop. I also make a few other things. I take requests and get money, but I would do it for free. I don’t know. Clay and my hands just feel right.

I’m not good at anything else. I’m average at school, average at sports, and below average with women. I have never been in love and I’m not sure if I ever will be. It’s not that I don’t want to. I would love a bunch of Trigger Jrs running around one day. All the girls I meet aren’t attracted to me and all the girls that are attracted to me, I’m not attracted to them. It’s a viscous cycle. Maybe one day. I don’t have standards for my perfect woman. I just want her.

Perhaps inquiring future minds would like to know just how I became being called Trigger.  I’m called Trigger because I make things happen. Majority of the time, they are bad. I start fights and rifts among neighborhoods. I argue with the teachers in school. I’m guess what you could call a bad boy. Please don’t call me misunderstood. I understand me, if you don’t, don’t assume you never will. Ask me. I have a mouth and I use it quite often.

The good things I do make happen have dramatically changed peoples lives. People call me saint and a hero when I do good. (Amazing right?) But I just do me; as horribly cliche as it sounds, it’s the truth.

I do it the Liam Isaiah McIntyre way. (Yes that’s my name)

I do it the Trigger way.

Either you like it or you don’t.

More to come!!!