sticksandspit.
I've never been wonderful with descriptions, especially ones on myself. That's why I post entries. Not to tell you about myself, but to remind myself of who I am and who I was. Most things won't make sense, but that's just me. I like too many things. My name is Emellia. And you should be my friend. Tell me something fancy.

My throat burns.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

misguided ghosts,
Paramore

I'm off to finish the entirety of my math book

And better my dreams into possibility.
And better myself.

I've decided that in the end I will be okay

If nothing goes the way I thought it would and I don’t get into the college of my choice or if I get in for art and I can’t change my major if I later choose and the timing allows it or that my life doesn’t go as wonderfully as planned and I’m not able to do anything with theater or acting like I’d love and I’ve hoped to do. Everything will be okay. Because I will make it so. And as long as I’m fooling myself into believing I’m happy in the darkest of situations, at least I will believe I am and will be. I don’t know how everything will turn out. But who does? I know what I want and where I want to go and I’ll be damned if I don’t work hard to get there. And in the end I will always have photography and art and my feelings and my dreams and my very slight sanity. I’m going to make this happen.

I am 16 going on 17

I know that I’m naive.
Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet,
And willingly I believe.

We should make music.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

let down,
Radiohead

(via liquidnight)