i'm emily. i'm 24, sassy as shit (duh), and made of glitter .
i tried to leave this stupid site behind, but i caved and came back. guess i secretly love getting compliments from seedy dudebros on the interwebs. so be it.
i occasionally get really emotional about the respective deaths of buddy holly and patsy cline. if you stick with me long enough, you will probably witness me crying over one or both of them. whether it's "cute" or "crazy" is entirely up to you.
i really like poetry, stand-up comedy, victorian architecture, collecting tiny things, traveling abroad, double chocolate milanos, stuff that smells like flowers, people with mohawks, fairies, and marilyn manson's cover of "personal jesus".
i'm a classically trained singer and i play the autoharp. i grew up wanting to sing professionally, but i tried music school and it was the worst. *fart noise with mouth*
there was a big blurb here and a lot of it doesn't really feel applicable to my life anymore so here is a placeholder until i think of something else to put here.
i have literally zero tolerance for misogyny. literally zero. if you regularly start sentences with "i'm not a misogynist, but..." then congratulations; you are probably a misogynist.