Why hello. unfortunately, you can call me emma. whoever named me couldn't think of anything bolder. i am a 16 year old human with an 11 year old tegan and sara craze.
as made apparent on this wicked blog: i love hard-edged folk rock, sara quin, garfield the cat, vivid dreaming, folk festivals, whooping ass at hip hop competitions, halloween, the making of so jealous, my guitar, and the most immaculate, adorable, flawless girl in the world whom shall remain anonymous :3
if i left out your favourite fact about me i apologize for it's absence, but i don't want to come off as too geeky. ha.
that is all, enjoy your stay and try not to set the place on fire. or do. i couldn't care less.
i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter
This is a very sad mentality. To think oneself more important than that of progeny is the sign of a failed human life.
so the wiggles concert wasn’t as good as you thought it would be huh
What if people who have anxiety are just unaccustomed to the way the world works because this is the first incarnation of their soul on the earth? And confident people are at ease with the world because they have already been incarnated multiple times and, in a sense, already know how the world works.
What if it’s the other way around?
I don’t know which disturbs me more.