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♛ ι'м gσιηg тσ вє тнє ∂єα∂ℓιєѕт ριєcє ση тнє вσαя∂ ♛
a bit about me:➳I'm 14
➳I have 3 siblings and four step-siblings
➳I have 2 kittens, 2 cats, and a dog
➳My parents are divorced, so I have two houses
a terrible little poem∞
forever is a long time,
but i like to think we could've survived it,
with your hand in mine
∞
Masi wrote: "Yaaasssss! Emily you finally have a journal! I love the name!!"Thanks <3
k so I can't decide if this should be named "∞ pɐəɥ ʎɯ uı ɹəʌo puɐ ɹəʌo ɓuıuɹnʇ sʇɥɓnoɥʇ əɥʇ ∞" or "♕ι doɴ'т wαɴт тo rυle тнe world, ι jυѕт wαɴт тo rυle мy world♕"
hehehe I've watched this video like 20 times we watched it in French class and now I'm obsessed lolhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIePs...
I don't even know why it's so friggin entertaining it just is lol
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♥ Emily ♥ wrote: "k so I can't decide if this should be named "∞ pɐəɥ ʎɯ uı ɹəʌo puɐ ɹəʌo ɓuıuɹnʇ sʇɥɓnoɥʇ əɥʇ ∞" or "♕ι doɴ'т wαɴт тo rυle тнe world, ι jυѕт wαɴт тo rυle мy world♕""they're both great names, I just think the first one is cooler because it's flipped over and that's basically what the title is saying
Because I watched that one episode where (view spoiler) about a week ago and I'm still upset like why no my precious baby
~blue~ why walk when you can dance? wrote: "hello emily. mind if I comment here?"nah, I don't mind :P
Not much, just looking at fanart of my latest OTP (even tho one of them is dead who cares I still love them both lol)
awww look at this adorable kitty drawing I found online
lol today me and my neighbor's relative had to keep a large group of small children from beating each other with sticks
and I lowkey think he's got a mini crush on me cuz he walked over and said goodbye like 10 times to me before he left (to be fair tho I'm terrible at understanding guys)
♥ Emily ♥ wrote: "k so I can't decide if this should be named "∞ pɐəɥ ʎɯ uı ɹəʌo puɐ ɹəʌo ɓuıuɹnʇ sʇɥɓnoɥʇ əɥʇ ∞" or "♕ι doɴ'т wαɴт тo rυle тнe world, ι jυѕт wαɴт тo rυle мy world♕""I need your input on this guysss please
oh great now my brother decided to convince my step-bro I used to have a crush on him... (and for the record, no I did not, I used to hate him so much that I'd rather have gouged my eyes out than compliment him lol)
Re-watching The 100 and I totally lost my shit when Reese's dad said goodbye to her and she didn't even know it was goodbye forever
I really feel like no one ever has to do anything, like you don't have to do your homework or get out of bed at all, there just might be consequences if you don't, but that doesn't mean you have to do it. You always have a choice
A teensy little poemScars
no, i don't have
scars
on my heart,
i've got open. bleeding wounds,
cause a scar means you've healed,
and i don't think i ever will
another little poem, kinda bad but it's a cute conceptdrifting
what if africa and south america
were lovers?
made for each other
like perfect puzzle pieces
but even two so big
can drift apart,
so i guess it's no wonder
that us two humans can do the same
hey so I'm going to try and fail at a bit of prose cause I'm boredalright *clears throat* so I guess this is more of an irrational animal's POV (that's the reason for the grammar errors, they're actually intentional) but it's also metaphorical so here goes
running running running too slow, already seen, going to be run over run over run over. going to die die die. just run a little faster run from their eyes that don't care, their trampling feet that don't care don't care if they step on me. going to be left on the side of the road. just unimportant unnoticed roadkill. just a dead dead dead animal with dead dead eyes screaming at them for help help help but they don't care don't care as i bleed out on the road, they don't care don't care about what they did to me, and they don't care don't care to move my cooling body instead of swerving to avoid avoid avoid me because i didn't matter didn't matter to them.
Idk if this even counts as prose but whatever
So Ima try again at thisFor some reason I always do it with lots of repeating words but that's how I feel like doing it so whatever
every time i see you my face it automatically uses 17 muscles that i didn't know i even had and smiles. and it doesn't stop smiling and smiling and smiling and laughing like i didn't know it could. and when i'm around you i feel like i'm losing control like it's slipping out of my grasp and there's nothing nothing i can do. but i don't want to stop smiling and laughing and finally finally being happy for once so i just let go let go and let you cure the sad sad girl i usually am even if it'll only last a minute. cause even a minute of happiness is so so worth it
how can these fragile little hands with so many little bones that could fracture and shatter into millions of pieces create these things that break and remake my soul, that drown me in everything i've ever felt and then teach me how to breathe again? how can these soft little fingers with short unpolished nails write words that make me forget everything i've ever known and help me rethink it all for myself, how can they survive 14 years of all this writing and writing and still change me every time they do it? how can i know every marking on them - the little freckle on my left pointer finger, the little scar on the third knuckle of my right hand, the small birthmark at the base of my left thumb - and yet they still surprise me with the words pouring like a desperate waterfall out of my mind and off the tips of my delicate fingers to stain the page with all my unspoken thoughts - unspoken because my lips can't ever form the words so my hands to it for them?
𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝑦 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 - shakespeare
ѕσяяу, αƖωαуѕ ѕσяяу, ωнαт ιη тнє ωσяƖɗ cαη уσυ вυу ωιтн αη αρσƖσgу? - Marie Lu, The Young Elites
𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕠, 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝?
I know this hasn't been updated/commented on in a while, just wanted to say I really liked your last poem. Don't give up on writing! It can be frustrating at times, but so therapeutic and worth it.
emilie.❤ wrote: "I know this hasn't been updated/commented on in a while, just wanted to say I really liked your last poem. Don't give up on writing! It can be frustrating at times, but so therapeutic and worth it."Thanks <3
omg the most hilarious thing happened yesterday, my brother and step-brother were hiding in my room so they could bother my step-sis and her friends, and my step-bro found an unused, packaged pad and was confused af bc he didn't understand and it was just hilariousI didn't tell him what it was bc what am I supposed to say like 'oh yeah I just spend about 1/4 of every year bleeding out my lady parts'
AHHHHHH I FORGOT ACOWAR CAME OUT MAY 2ND *RUNNING IN PANICKED CIRCLES*
*RUNS INTO WALL AND ENDS UP ON GROUND HYPERVENTILATING*
NEEEEEDDDDD THIIIIISSSSS BBBOOOOOKKKKK
MY PRECCCCCIOUSSSSSSSSSSSS BOOOOKKKKKK
*DIES*
*rocking back and forth*NEED DIS BOOK THE SNEAK PEEK WAS JUST TOO GOOD
LIKE DAMNNNN FEYRE
NEEEDDDDDD ITTTTTTTTTT
Sooo that makes a total of 5 cats between my two houses, Kookie and Charlene (that's the name she came with, we're definitely changing it as soon as we agree on something) at my mom's, and Nutter, Fred and George at my Dad's
Have any of you guys who actually look on here ever read ACOTAR, ACOMAF, and ACOWAR?
Drownin in some nice memoriesWe went to the cat shelter where we got my kitten BooBoo to look for cats, and the car ride there, I spent blinking back tears. BooBoo was dead, his brother gone because we'd separated them. His brother will never know he's dead, never know the other half of him, the half of him us humans took away, was dead. And I could point out his cage, the place where his name tag had been, placed next to his twin brother's. Cisco and Bandit. A heart defect before the kitten they called Cisco and the kitten we called Boo turned one - he fell down the steps because of a heart attack, snapped his neck. At least he didn't feel it. But that fact wasn't enough. I was at the movies, happy and carefree when he died, when his little light was extinguished way too early. I never got to say goodbye. And we buried him in the forest behind our house, said goodbye to our baby while we put him in the ground. I still remember the first night we got him, he slept on my pillow, body wrapped around my arm all night. And I remember how I put him in "timeout" in the place my new kitten now perches. I remember it was November 25, only a week before we'd put up our Christmas Tree. The Christmas Tree I knew he would love to have climber and played in because he was always so curious - and now my kitten does exactly what I thought my precious Boo would do. I painted him as soon as I could look at a picture of him without crying. I couldn't do it by memory because he was already fading from my mind. And he's still fading. And I know my adult cat missed him too, even though he hated Boo. He spent the next week wandering the house all night, meowing and meowing nonstop. And now tears are running down my cheeks because I miss my little kitten even if we replaced him with two more. And part of me was automatically drawn to the black cats with the big, green eyes when we went from shelter to shelter looking for a cat to get. Because they reminded me of him. Even if I couldn't describe his personality right now. I tried so hard to remember it, and now I regret all the times I yelled at him for digging through my trash can, knocking stuff off my dresser and desk. Now I'd let him spread that trash across my floor and knock every damn thing off every single surface just to see him again but I never will. He was always a ticking time bomb, and even though we could never have done a thing for him, I would've wanted to know long before he died. To have made the time that came to an end too fast last as long as possible. But he was always a ticking time bomb and every second we spent with him brought him closer to breaking our hearts and him breaking his tiny little neck. The same neck I used to squeeze, to joke about the fact that I just wanted to snap it because I loved him so much. But he is gone from this world, and nearly gone from my memories too, even though I wish he wasn't fading so fast.
honestly, this is just going to be chaotic and whatever I feel like, and anyone can post, just be respectful, of course