Emma. Young. Literate. Vagabond. Wandering.


my favourite part of shakespeare plays is the person at the end that is like “see how these people fucked everything up. don’t do this. look at this fuckery. look at it. fuck this. fuck everything.”


lets play “how rude can i be until u realize i dont like u”


you want the sad truth?

even if I forget you,

I’ll always miss you.

Haiku on Memory  (via emptieds)