Ello poppet.
Me name's Emily sue Meyers.
I'm an intricately put together disaster of a person.
This collection of shit may be as close as you'll ever come to figuring me out. God speed and good luck ya beautiful mother fuckers.
I love ya.

I do not claim any of the pictures on my blog unless stated otherwise.

 

 

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SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY …. most well behaved poultry. IM DYING hahahaha

SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY

…. most well behaved poultry. IM DYING hahahaha

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Johnny Depp making grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron.

Johnny Depp making grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron.

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Ya know fucking what?

I’m sick of people. I’m sick of caring about said people. AND I’m sick of said people NOT caring back. I would give my life for my friends. I consider them family. I stick up for them, I fight for them, I love them with all my heart. But can they fucking text me back? Nope. Can they give me a call when they’re all going out to eat? Nope. Can they throw little fits when you won’t date them? Yes. And then I go and meet new people. I make some new friends so I’m not relying on just that group. I take the blame for someone and have their back, and ya know what? I get drama, on top of drama, on top of drama. I’m sick of fucking caring about all of these people who honestly, probably wouldn’t be phased if I just disappeared tomorrow. And when I trust you with something, and you tell me I’m your “lil sister, and I can trust you”…. i expect you to fucking keep your god damn mouth shut. 

I give up on caring. Really. Fuck you.