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Don't get it twisted, get it right. I did it different, did it better, did it nice. I did the impossible, then did it twice. I'm Emily. I'm a Christ-follower, writer, photographer and music lover. I will gladly accept any coffee you bring my way.

[stargazerinmoksha]

She had the cheesiest lines to tell me. I guess I did too. And then I met someone else with another story to tell. She had the saddest smile, maybe she was as empty as the current me. Back then… my smile was way too pure to touch the leaves of autumn’s succession. And then I met someone else with another story to tell. She had the perfect life, but something is missing, something was broken. And then I met someone else with no story to tell, so I gave her my heart and now I’m stolen. She had these seductive eyes and hands that pulled us through crowds. If she led me to a cliff, I would’ve jumped. If she led me to a knife, I would’ve bled. If she led me to a bridge, I would’ve burned. If she led me to the ocean, I would’ve drowned. If she led me to the mountains, I would’ve climbed. If she led me to a grave, wait– back then… my smile was real. You know… you don’t expect to find love anymore, it just happens. You don’t expect to hurt, it just happens. Shit happens. You make your bed to feel at home. You fall in love to find a home. You love people to be a home. You break apart to fix your home. And then I met someone else with bags under her eyes. Each wrinkle, a sad poem waiting to be read. Each fake smile, a sad book waiting to end. Each apology, a train derailing into a painting. We’re so fucking delicate… humans… we are fragile and we are torn and we are aching and we are breaking and we are losing and we are crying and we are looking and we are falling and we are repeating and we are mistaking… And then I met someone else with eyes that finally looked away. And then I melted. And then I’m writing. And then I became an apology. And then I’m scarred. And then I met the stars and asked the universe– all of these problems… when will we solve

them? (via poetryleftbyher)

[rosereality]

I am so good at this. Making excuses for you when they shouldn't exist.

[kpurdiest]

[goodticklebrain]

Valentine’s Day is this Saturday. What better way to celebrate than with a card from your favorite, totally non-dysfunctional Shakespearean character?

….seriously, don’t date a Shakespearean character

[goodticklebrain]

Tomorrow is St. Valentine’s! Have you gotten your sweetheart a card yet?

[rosereality]

I’ve never been closer to self implosion in my life. 

[rosereality]

Sometimes I just want to run away. Far away. 

[birdasaurus]

Terence Chin

[rosereality]

I am dancing with the devil by my grave, telling him the decisions that I made. I feel my heart beat into my chest. I'm back in the world I almost left.

The Harmaleighs 

[rosereality]

If you inhibit a belief system that is all fine and dandy. But unless you decide to demonstrate your belief with the people you supposedly care for, then what is the the point. You're nothing more than a hypocrite.

[rosereality]

Don't I haunt you just a little bit sometimes? I hope I do. Because you deserve it far more than me. But instead you invade my dreams. I don't hate you. But I wish I did.

[fallontonight]

Sigourney Weaver will be joining us tonight!

(via)

[buzzfeedent]

1. The one where Joey discovers Tinder.

2. The one where Joey finds Phoebe on Tinder and they finally stop dancing around the subject and hook up.

3. The one where Central Perk becomes a juice bar.

4. The one where everyone deletes Rachel on Facebook for uploading too many baby pictures.

more —> [x]

[obviousplant]

You’re welcome, Barnes and Noble.

[authorsarahdessen]

This made me laugh out loud, which I really needed. Thank you, whoever you are!!!

[rosereality]

Not today

[nprfreshair]

The interview: Twice Kidnapped, Photographer Returns To War Zone: ‘It’s What I Do’

Lynsey Addario had been a photojournalist, working in war zones  for ten years, when she was kidnapped in Libya, in 2011, while covering the fighting between Moammar Gadhafi’s troops and rebel forces.  She was with Anthony Shadid, Tyler Hicks, and Stephen Farrell.  They were all on assignment for The New York Times.   It was a terrifying experience, yet Addario says she’s been lucky.  In her new memoir she writes,”I have been kidnapped twice. I have gotten in one serious car accident.  Two of my drivers have died while working for me—two tragedies I will always feel responsible for.  I have missed the births of my sisters’ children, the weddings of friends, the funerals of loved ones. I have disappeared on countless boyfriends and had just as may disappear on me.” She writes about her work as a conflict photographer, in such places as Afghanistan, Iraq and Congo, and about its impact on her personal life.  Her memoir is called It’s What I Do: A Photographer’s Life of Love and War.

[npr]

An interesting perspective on being a photographer in combat zones. -Emily

[laughingsquid]

An Adorable Hand-Drawn Marriage Proposal Flip Book That Conceals an Engagement Ring

[rosereality]

Don't message my personal Facebook. On a weekend. About work. Then ask to be my friend. When I don't even know you. Maybe try calling. During regular business hours. About something that's not even breaking news or new news. Or sending an email to my work account.