Anonymous said: im still so sad you're leaving.
I have no idea when this was sent, who this was from, or what it’s about. Sad that I’m leaving Tumblr? I’m kind of sad too, but I like living without it. Maybe we can find a happy medium. We can still be friends, right?
Send me more messages, tell me who you are, convince me to stay.
PSA: I am doing the slow and steady work of deleting all my blogs on this site I have loved so fiercely. One of the first things I did was unfollow everyone, even my dearly beloved, so that my dash is empty… if any of you noticed, it’s not personal, and I do love you. Now I am either deleting or saving every post out of my nearly 3500. So that is what is happening. If you want to stay in touch, please message me. I’m just feeling done with a lot of the social media that has taken up so much of my time and life. I still love it, and I love what it gave me, but I want to just work and live and love and have adventures and cook things and figure shit out in the real world.
Lots of love to you all,
Ema/the wandering nebula with the dog
"Write because you want to communicate with yourself. Write because you want to communicate with someone else. Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing. Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart. Write because you can. Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day? Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out. Write because you might not ever figure yourself out. Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world."
— Dalton Day, interviewed for Banango Street (via bostonpoetryslam)
"Consider wearing your “lesbian identity” like a thrift store suit. It isn’t tailored to your body. It will never fit quite right, but you can still look fucking good in it. You can still wear it to interviews and fancy dinner dates. You can still make it your own. Add a tie that matches your eyes. Choose between the half and full windsor knot. Remember that this doesn’t have to be your noose. You don’t have to hang here forever. There is other language suspended in your closet."
— Joy Young, “Notes to Self” or “Unsolicited Advice to Myself” or “Unsolicited Advice From a Genderqueer, Trans*, Non-Binary Person Who Cringes Every Time They Have to Fill Out ‘Gender’ on a Survey in Part Because They Want to Correct People’s Conflation of Sex and Gender but Also Because it is Annoying as Fuck” (something I’m working on)