• Emma commented on the post, salvation 7 years, 1 month ago

    you were my salvation. after i couldn’t get out of bed, after i cried myself to sleep every night, after i felt sick to my stomach whenever i thought about interacting with anyone. you were my salvation. you held […]

  • Emma commented on the post, motion 7 years, 3 months ago

    i want to run. i want to get out of here. my legs are shaking from all the energy i could be burning out on the road. i should learn to drive and i should pack my bag. i should get the fuck away from everything. i […]

  • Emma commented on the post, switching 7 years, 4 months ago

    everyone tells me that i’m “switching” genders. i’m not switching anything. i am who i am. i am becoming the person i am. i am not switching from girl to boy, hell, i’m not even a boy anyways. i am not anything. […]

  • Emma commented on the post, grind 7 years, 4 months ago

    gears grind within the machine. the toil of workers slaving their lives away. no thoughts, no news, no ideas. just work. tired under their chains. part of the machine. human components to a larger expression of evil.

  • Emma commented on the post, alibi 7 years, 5 months ago

    i am good at lying when i’m under pressure. when i need an alibi i can come up with a reasonable one on the spot. maybe it’s a bad thing that i can make these things up so quickly, but hey, it’s always been […]

  • Emma commented on the post, sliver 7 years, 5 months ago

    i got a sliver stuck in my thumb. my uncle pulled it out with tweezers. i was six. it was the only time he ever helped me. he and i don’t talk. the older i grow the more awkward it becomes. he makes jokes that i […]

  • Emma commented on the post, earring 7 years, 6 months ago

    i wear earrings all the time. it’s the one thing i can barely resist buying when i see them at the store. i always notice my friends’ earrings. but if you think about it earrings are kind of weird. they’re […]

  • Emma commented on the post, temper 7 years, 7 months ago

    my temper. doesn’t exist. not until later. you do something awful and i stand there in shock. it brews in my mind. steeping like tea. and then it boils over. and then i want to hurt. then i know what i should have […]

  • Emma commented on the post, loss 7 years, 8 months ago

    at a loss for words. i lost my best friend. and i didn’t know what to say. as he typed those words, said goodbye, and i knew i would never speak to him again, i couldn’t think of a single damn thing to say in […]

  • Emma commented on the post, beehive 7 years, 9 months ago

    a bear knocking its paws at a beehive. doesn’t know the bees will sting it. it’s too stupid to figure that one out. if it were a honey badger it would be fine. honey badger don’t give a shit. but this is a bear. a hungry one, too. hunger always makes you stupid no matter […]

  • Emma commented on the post, beginning 7 years, 11 months ago

    in the beginning, i didn’t know who you were. a friend of a friend. a friendly face. and now i know. the more i find out about you, the more i hate you, and somehow, the more i love you. i wish i knew what i meant and i wish i knew what you were […]

  • Emma commented on the post, combination 7 years, 11 months ago

    we are the perfect combination. finishing each other’s sentences. fighting each others’ battles. we coexist. we hate each other but we love each other more. we are perfect opposites, yet so very similar that i hate to admit it. we are the perfect combination of chaos and conflict.

  • Emma commented on the post, still 7 years, 12 months ago

    still, it’s not fair. you can’t tell someone else what to do. i wish i could argue better but i can’t. too many thoughts, opinions, arguments, form in my mind, and i can’t decide which one would convince you best. you aren’t even like me. you don’t even know me. you use your priveledged opinions […]

  • Emma commented on the post, sponge 8 years, 1 month ago

    who lives in a pineapple under the sea? spongebob squarepants. that song has haunted my childhood. annoying me every time a television is turned on by a child. i hate that show. it’s pointless and i never thought it was particularly funny, yet that song is, for some reason , the first thing that comes […]

  • Emma commented on the post, force 8 years, 1 month ago

    police force. i don’t like police. they’re frightening. not sure who they work for. i just see them on tv, yelling at protesters, hurting them. arresting my friends in the wee hours of the morning. blue shirts. dark. they eat donuts a lot, which i suppose is what makes them so rotund and formidable.

  • Emma commented on the post, umbrella 8 years, 1 month ago

    umbrella terms. queer. genderqueer. lgbt+. i fit under all of these. at the moment i’m not quite sure where. all i know is that i’m not straight. and i’m not just your average girl. always changing, always confusion. who am i?

  • Emma commented on the post, silk 8 years, 2 months ago

    silk sheets. silk ties. soft and classy. yet somehow so distant. impersonal. shining away the comfort. my curtains look like silk. i put them there to keep out the light.

  • Emma commented on the post, answers 8 years, 2 months ago

    i want answers. i feel like she’s been keeping them from me. pretending they don’t exist. ignoring the fact that i asked the questions over and over again, like she doesn’t even care about how she hurt me. i want to know why she ignored me, why she screamed at me, what was the reason […]

  • Emma commented on the post, level 8 years, 2 months ago

    level in a videogame. they have so many. at least that’s what i’ve seen from watching my brother play them. each one looks the same but in different colors. so repetitive. i get frustrated trying to play videogames. i just don’t see the point of sitting around, really doing nothing, just trying to shoot imaginary […]

  • Emma commented on the post, band 8 years, 2 months ago

    my little brother has his own band. they’re not very good and i’m guessing they’ll break up before the year is through. i always wanted to be in a band, to be like my heroes, but i don’t play an instrument. i don’t really have time to learn and it’s not like i could go […]