Hi there. If you've found your way to my blog, I assume you've taken a wrong turn somewhere. If not, welcome. My name's Emma; I'm 16. I just post random stuff so expect nothing and everything. Feel free to talk to me or ask me anything. I don't bite. Love you.
I was talking to my friend on the phone and then she almost got run over and i was obviously really concerned so i asked her if she was okay and after a moment she replied “there is a Jesus in the sky” in a really matter-of-fact sort of way
so obviously I thought something was seriously wrong but
I give up. My life is shit and everyone that even cared just a smidge has left me. I’m backed up against a corner with nowhere to go and no one even gives a damn. My best friend hates me. My family doesn’t care and my mother can’t stand having a daughter like me for even a minute. I’m so done. I give up. I’m just done.
like ten years ago i drew a comic strip entitled “if the president were a moth” in which the president is a human sized moth watching the olympics and when they light the torch it flies off in pursuit of it and then two cia guys stand up and shout “MR. PRESIDENT!!!!!!!” i was really ahead of my time
the most iconic song lyric will always be
“tell your boyfriend that if he’s got beef that I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fuckin scared of him”