so yea im just Emily.

methlabrador:

if i was a developer on tumblr i would fuck with people so much i would add a feature where everyone who has ever sent themselves an anon gets a badge on their blog saying “i sent myself anons” and there is no way to get rid of it 

(via planetarygofuckyourself)

Reblog if you would notice if I deactivated my account.

(Source: deaths-teaset, via planetarygofuckyourself)

Here’s somethin’ ta make ya choke up

“Mommy, Mommy where are you?” The young boy wakes up in the middle of the night. He calls for his mother for a minute and then gets up, determined to get in bed with her. He hears noise in the living room and being a sneaky seven year old he pads a little farther down the hallway to hear a deeper voice. Instantly curious he hides around the corner for a minute but could still hear his mother crying out. “No, No I wont let you take him. I wont let you take my son you pervert! You bastard! Take whatever you want but him!” The small boy is silently in tears now, his hands frozen to his mouth. then he hears the man, clearly now. “Well honey, hows about i take some of your sweet ass instead?” the boy hears a grunt and peeks around the corner to see this tall bulky man on top of his mother. That instant she screams, but all to quick it is stifled with his hand over her mouth and a blow to the back of her head. The boy can’t do anything hes too scared to move so all he does is sits behind the corner, out of sight while this man hurts his mother. the second time he hears a small cry from his mother he turns and looks, the man is too into what he’s doing to notice her staring into the eyes of her son. her eyes are saying what her mouth can’t. “You shouldn’t be seeing this. go back to bed. Mommy loves you…” The boy just turns away and stays by his corner untill the man is done and leaves.

What are you from?

I am from death.

I am from bleach and blood.

I am from the stoneheads

out in the back,

milky glistening marble.

I am from the oak tree

and the chrysamthemums

laying around my dead

families forever-bed.

Idk it doesn’t have a name

It wasn’t an act…

Right before the-

it hit me

My chest caved in,

I heaved, I couldn’t-

They were walking through the room

It wasn’t an act…

I took off the cuffs,

I couldnt breath

I kept hitting your arm…

Never mind.

She sat on my chest,

Didn’t want me to breath…

cutterandsuicidal:

then she closed her eyes, and found relief in a knife

(via thesavagewithin)

beachballbill asked: When are you gonna get ungrounded?!?!? :)

look im doing everything i can do to make Derick happy, i don’t want any guys coming around me anymore i don’t know when i get ungrounded but i sure wont be talking to you OK. i don’t want anyone else but him