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)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

"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)

(via flannelandsatin)


Our masterpiece


Description of how blessed I feel seems to evade any identification that one word can provide. I ask then that you excuse me while I fumble through a literary attempt in acknowledging my sincere appreciation.

"You are life.Your presence a divine gift. Your waters have flooded the charcoal wasteland In which I dwell. When look out at the endless dunes of soot and ash; I see you washing away the burnt flesh of this world, leaving a wake of rebirth. Your grace is an eternal sustenance, I welcome it and feast in it’s harvest. I thank you your unconditional love, it is the greatest bestowal I will ever know. My love for you extends out through the expanses of time and space to wherever you are. I give you everything that I am; forever will I be yours. You are life, and in you I will always dwell."

You mean everything to me. Thank you for the time you have given me and the memories we have created. Every day is another block in the structure that is our life together. I look forward to one day standing with you gazing upon our masterpiece of architecture.

I love you.

(Source: )


The stage is set


I spent the day preparing.

I collected everything I needed to welcome you into my world. Found all the things to spoil you rotten and bring you comfort during your stay. I hope you will find everything to your liking, to be honest it has been so long since someone has visited; or even desired to see my little world. Your experience of my world will be as novel as my experience having you in it, for that I am slightly nervous, but aware that I have nothing to fear. I know you will look on the hallways and rooms of my little world with the same fondness that I do, I trust you here. The stage is set, the pieces are in their places, everyone now waits for your arrival….

(Source: )


I don’t want to ever forget that this is from the night I asked you to be mine, standing in an open field where we’ll promise it again. I want to remember the downhill climb and the cove at the bottom, sitting on rocks and looking out at the choppy ocean, the two older train-hopping gentlemen who said they liked the enchanted look on our faces, one of whom taught me three chords on his guitar and encouraged me to finally get my own. I want to remember every adventure, every moment, every landscape and snapshot and memory, all of my life with you.

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