Yes, you. Hello.
So, I'm Emali (pronounced Emily). I'm 15. I draw, read, write. You know, the works. I know a lot of people, only friends with a few. A crazy character, I am.
On here will be maybe some of my poems, things I find funny, things I reblog.
my mum told me today that she used to love it when i’d kick when i was still a baby in her stomach and then she told me that she occasionally held her breath to get me to kick more my mother literally used to stop me getting oxygen to get me to kick her in the gut thanks mum
that went from really cute to what the fuck in 2 seconds
today at school a boy named miguel jumped up on the lunch table
ripped his shirt off (his chest said “be mine”)
and started playing ‘careless whisper’ on the saxophone that he pulled basically out of thin air
like you can think i’m lying, i would, but
ARE THOSE BACKUP DANCERS