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[emmartinelli2-blog]

back on my bullshit of my main blog @lukemitchell ! hmu for a link to my writing sideblog because i’ve got emma as one of my ocs i’m down to 1x1 with

[emmartinelli2-blog]

i laughed about this way too much the other day.

[crankiiest-blog]

                              he’s broken, but you love him anyway                               not  because   you   want   to  fix  him,                               but  because,  he’s the only one  who                               knows you’re just  as broken as  him.

[waller-bridge]

#mood

[assyrianjalebi]

[million-pieces]

[emmartinelli2-blog]

emmartinelli > sadgalstm cause i’m lazy and don’t want to create a new blog for my new oc. y’all can write with both or whomstever, idc. ♡

[trcshqueen]

[emmartinelli2-blog]

psychicxs replied to your photoset

loml

half of my heart ! hello ilysm

[emmartinelli2-blog]

#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

icb this has been sitting in my inbox for a century. you’re the light of my life.

[lowsurvival]

[lifeinpoetry]

If I let him do this to me, what else will I allow? Anything, anything, anything.

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless  ( @psychicxs )

[emmartinelli2-blog]

hi i would die for you

hi i would do the same but how about we never and just cuddle instead.

[mesogeios]

Who are you woman entering my life like a dagger mild as the eyes of a rabbit soft as the skin of a plum pure as strings of jasmine innocent as children’s bibs and devouring like words?

Nizar Qabbani, excerpt of Between Us (via dansmavenue)

[phoebtcnkin]

[emmartinelli2-blog]

Agitation and anxiety had Emma’s body frozen, rigid in the set of her shoulders and the clench of her jaw; the only movement came from her hands, perched upwards as she toyed nervously with the locket at the end of her necklace --- a gift from Kit. Luckily the maniacs from N.E.T hadn’t taken that from her in their heist. She was alone in the party, the former colleague who had invited her as a plus one schmoozing in other areas that were foreign to the brunette. Although she had integrated back into high society rather nicely, the familiarity of a house party was a pool she hadn’t yet dipped her toe back into. And for good reason. Alcohol was fine to her, a stimulus she could handle, but after walking in on a girl doing a line in the bathroom, Emma’s hard work seemingly went out the window with the autumn breeze. She managed to find a seat to retreat to in a calmer area of the social setting, but she was still alone --- until pressure settled down on a seat near her. A scapegoat. Breathing a sigh of relief, Emma spoke, almost pleading; “Can you talk to me? About anything. Anything at all.”

[vicaitism]

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