Emily. 23. Tennessee native. Catholic. Writer. Fangirl. Bookworm. Hufflepuff. Aquarius. INFP. Fiction addict. Body positive. Music fiend. A work in progress. I like things to be all whimsical and shit. I want to bake a cake full of rainbows and smiles and everyone could eat and be happy.

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They’re never just books.

They’re whole worlds bound in paper and ink and spines. They’re the friends who never left you behind, the ones who were always there when the rest of the world wasn’t, the ones who turned a rainy day into an adventure.

They’re the ones that didn’t care that you were a little overweight, that you had glasses or flat feet or had to use an inhaler at the thought of a mile run.

They’re the ones that didn’t laugh or make fun.

They’re the ones who encouraged you to think, to work, to create, that showed it was a worthy endeavor to put words to paper. They’re the ones who inspired, pushed you to make your own worlds, your own stories.

Like a symbol of scientific notation, stories are an immense force of the universe bound within the confines of something as small as a paperback.


stop hating on girls who wanna kiss people in museums or aquariums or art galleries stop hating on girls who want things that might be cliche stop hating on girls who want boys to treat them like they’re magic i will protect all girls with my life and just because they care about things that you don’t doesn’t give you the right to belittle them ok i will fight u


A little table to how to get rid of all that negative self-talk. We have to learn look at the good in situations too, instead of dwelling on things we can’t change- because you know what? We may not be able to change what is happening but we CAN change how we view it! 

(Source: believeinrecovery)

Eat stars,
Like you have
A black hole hunger
That swells under your ribs,
Where Canis Minor used to lie.

Eat stars,
With the ferocity
Of clashing atoms,
And plasmatic solar storms,
Leaving cosmic dust in your wake.

Eat stars,
In an ode to
Your effervescent,
Kaleidoscopic magnificence,
Even if no one else can see it.

am kennedy, "Invisible color spectrums" (via siilentiary)



bless the architect of your shoulder blades, the
laughing crescents of your fingernails. yes, the orchestra
of sighs playing in the wind that moves around you.
on your worst days, your face is still the one the sun
drags itself out of bed to greet in the morning.

i know you feel at times like a flightless bird, 
still plucking feathers from where there once were wings.

to be lost in the library of your body, where you
have your organs packed tight like books on shelves
is a dream that makes bookworms like me blush. the
cavernous chest that holds your lungs in its archives.
kiss my tattered spine; borrow my breath and keep it.
even the walls of my heart miss the echo of your soft,
raspy voice bringing dead languages back to life.

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Listen: G.R.L. - Ugly Heart: Hat tip to Popjustice for this one. It may be jumping of the folksy/twee/ukulele bandwagon a little (you’d be forgiven for thinking the intro was the Bob’s Burgers theme for a second), but “Ugly Heart” is undoubtedly one of the best pure pop songs of the year so far, and the best ode to terrible-but-hot-but-still-terrible people you’ll hear today.