Fuck an apology, I'm not sorry for anything. I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for. I'm a history of bad decisions. "Depression grabbed his throat and, choked the life out of him slowly; I got the same blood coursing through my veins; it'll come for me eventually. If you never break then you'll never know how to put yourself back together. I'm Emma, 15, I'm kind of a piece of shit and have an obsession with cats and Michael Cera, and this is my mostly pop punk/punk rock blog about music and life.

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miss-zarves:

i changed my okcupid profile to say “you should message me if you know any good jokes about giraffes” and someone responded “you, a baby, and a giraffe walked into a bar, and then you walked out with me! ;) ;)” and i’m so angry because that doesn’t even make sense, there is ZERO adherence to structural joke norms, why the fuck is the baby there? did we leave the baby at the bar? jesus christ, did we fucking leave the baby with the fucking giraffe, that is NOT RESPONSIBLE