My name is Emily. I have no idea what I am doing on here, or anywhere else, at any given time. I ask too many questions. Feel free to ask me a few of your own.
i dont go on skype anymore. chat with me by screaming as loud as you can into the night sky. i will be listening
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How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
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racebend ➜ sirius black
Personally, I’d have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.
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do you know how hard it is to find a non sexualized picture of scarlett johanssen i’ve literally been looking for this picture for an hour and a half
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