this ones for you.
Emma, 17. Musician, Writer, Dancer, whatever I am, Music is all I have. It's my everything. Also I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but miss it more than I notice it. I live in the past, in the memories. I hate thinking about reality and I'm so homesick that it's not even funny. But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way, maybe it's more like heartsick for all the things that I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself, I guess I'm just a cliche. The girl who loved too hard and didn't get anything in return. I don't want to be the heroine in some tragic love story.
ps; I have a really bipolar blog. xo
ps; I have a really bipolar blog. xo
"But it’s absurd to let yourself get into a state like this. Simply absurd,’ she repeated. ‘And what about a man - one man.”
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(via chloe-harwood)
- 11 year olds today: omg i luhv smokin pot omfg i get drunk off lyke my moms wine coolers lol sometimes i take an extra vitamin in the morning so i can get that high lol! on tumblr i reblog sex because unfff me and my boyfriend fuck almost twice a day. im a bad bitch lol one time my mom yelled at me because she said i cant be bringin boys up to my room so i said FUCK YOU lol i do what i want yolo!!
- me when I was 11: omg did I forget to feed my neopet this morning
