#wewereemergencies

[thislaneexits]

but hearts don't break, y'all. they bruise and get better. // i had last minute adventure with @kwiivee to see ani difranco. @buddywakefield as the opener, what could be a more perfect surprise? #emosaustin #anidifranco #wewereemergencies #buddywakefield (at Emo's)

[reina-bri-blog]

Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. #buddywakefield #wewereemergencies #2009 #poetry #foodforthought #ohthefeels #poetryporn #🦄

[bigmesses]

 mogroahyo replied to your photoset: Someone tell me I did the right thing.

You did that right thing! #SnarkySnark

wewereemergencies replied to your photoset: Someone tell me I did the right thing.

You are amazing.

hipstercurly replied to your photoset: Someone tell me I did the right thing.

this is fantastic

Thank you thank you thank you thank you, guys. All of you. I was feeling all shaky after posting it. I knew tumblr would help me feel better. ♥

[medic8d-dramaqueen]

Dopey. Fear. Money. Yellow. Zoo. ... GO!

Dopey: Tell us an embarrassing story.

Hmmm let me think. Ironically enough, I feel as though most of the moments in my life are embarrassing but I can't think of anything D: 

Fear: Tell us three fears.

I'm starting to believe I have some sort of social phobia.. I'm generally horrified of social situations and I'm always afraid I'm going to embarrass myself somehow :c 

I'm pretty afraid of the future and the unknown and such 

I'm also afraid of bugs 

Money: What would you do with 1 million dollars?

Well first I'd pay back my student loans and I'd use the rest to help pay for the rest of my tuition and whatnot. I'd save the rest and whatnot :3 

Yellow: What's your favourite colour?

Purple!

[solspoetry]

The first time we made music, Twisting words like ballet dancers on the backs of broken promises, Bowing under the weight of our own problems, And putting pressure on each other, We made music like no other instrument I'd ever heard. And still, When our shot rang out around my head and riddled pinholes in rattling bones, I started shaking to the beat, I was a evangelistic sinner, You were my gospel hymn, I shook and shouted under your spell, Singing and slipping hallelujah and amen in my wake as I, Pounded prayers into my skin. Somehow, You never even meant to speak to me. An accidental meeting. You sat strung up softly singing melodies, I slipped my violin string around your heart beat, And decided this world, Our world, Needed more dancing. And we made music. Twisting words like ballet dancers on the backs of broken promises, Bowing under the weight of our own problems, And putting pressure on each other, We made music like no other instrument I'd ever heard.