Hi! I'm Emily, and I'm hoping you don't find my blog obnoxious. Here, you'll find everything that tickles my fancy, from food to the stars to the worst puns you'll ever hear to some really really bad self-written poetry.
Talk to me! I swear I don't bite.
fall out boy, paramore and justin timberlake on the iTunes top 10 charts wow hello 2006
i wasnt even alive in 2006
why the fuck is a six year old on tumblr
"Human beings can withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness. It is the worst of all tortures, the worst of all sufferings."
Isn’t it sad, admitting that? You’re use to being hurt, played, cheated on, taken for granted, backstabbed, etc., To the point where nothing really seems to matter to you anymore. To the point where it seems like no one cares about your feelings and thoughts. And to the point where you know someone hurt you so much, your last reply is “it’s fine, I’m used to it.”
"I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought."