Emily Markov (An OC Blog)

in charcuterie city, you'll always be cheesed to meet your friends

I hate charcuterie city I want to go somewhere else

this is all that's left.

this is all that's left.

Sober as fuck at the back of the club going onto Wikipedia and typing "List of birds"

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

the meaning of life? is to make your bedroom as comfy as possible. that's it that's the purpose

the secondary purpose is to equip your kitchen and get really really really into international cuisine

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

its not even a gender thing i was just so mad as a kid that girls didnt get to be referred to as bloke. even back then i knew i would be some fucking bloke someday. man or woman

@circuitrymentioned

i feel bad as fuck for bugs you look weird and people just step on you

much like the humble blogger

its going to get better once i work out the social dynamics of everyone in the world. bear with me