break the sky




emily heart.

artist, dreamer, believer.
inspired by unexplored beauty, adventure, and the past.
the creative and off-kilter mind behind painted peaches.

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i won’t pretend that this isn’t one of the hardest things i’ve ever gone through but it’s teaching me how many amazing people i have in my life. danielle just spent two hours on the phone with me, and every friend i’ve reached out to has been up for talking. i’m terrified about my health and that things won’t be as simple as

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but

i’m not doing this without people who love me. they’re not here physically but i can feel them. i am not a patient person but they’re making the minutes a little shorter. 

go to sleep; tomorrow will be better.

"ready to break a leg, miriam?" "our lives for the theatre, april."

"ready to break a leg, miriam?" "our lives for the theatre, april."

found this while cleaning my room today. happy (27th??) anniversary to my incredible parents. i’ve put you guys through hell but you’ve always shown me amazing, unconditional love. the past week has been so hard and god knows you’ve gotten me through some tough times—thank you for keeping me on this earth. i want nothing more than for you two to grow old together in a quiet, happy house by the sea. i love you 💕

found this while cleaning my room today. happy (27th??) anniversary to my incredible parents. i’ve put you guys through hell but you’ve always shown me amazing, unconditional love. the past week has been so hard and god knows you’ve gotten me through some tough times—thank you for keeping me on this earth. i want nothing more than for you two to grow old together in a quiet, happy house by the sea. i love you 💕

lol-cries-internally:

emilyheart:

lol-cries-internally:

I’m literally perfect??? Why am I letting a BOY stress me out?? I’m pretty and smart and driven and talented and creative??? Ummm what am I doing letting someone make me upset??? I’ve worked too hard to let someone not let me be 1,000% me man

YEAH GURL

EMILY I WORSHIP YOU

worship yourself. “fall in love with yourself.” pain is not permanent & everything WILL pass. i know it might not seem like it but other people (guys) exist out there and you are 1000% what they’re looking for. and if you wanna meet ‘em, you just gotta do what feels right to you and explore every facet of your personality and creativity, so when you meet that really cool person they’re blown away by how ambitious and confident and awesome you are. it’s gonna be the right time and the right place and the right person one day. just breathe for now.

lol-cries-internally:

I’m literally perfect??? Why am I letting a BOY stress me out?? I’m pretty and smart and driven and talented and creative??? Ummm what am I doing letting someone make me upset??? I’ve worked too hard to let someone not let me be 1,000% me man

YEAH GURL

The Smiths

—Asleep

Don’t feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go

(Source: meerasplaylist, via coolben94)

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

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paranorman + quotes

so in love with laika studios. cannot wait wait wait for the boxtrolls.

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My Chemical Romance

—Thank You For The Venom

fob-ulous:

So give me all your poison

And give me all your pills

And give me all your hopeless hearts

And make me ill

Month of Music: 10/31

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literally just small dogs. #ratsofinstagram #rat

i can’t handle this anymore. i think i’m moving back to new york because this pain is too real. i need to be with the people who love me. i need to be in a place that loves me. i need the hudson river and i need late nights and i need happy endings.

i have options—very serious ones that could actually work out, and that’s terrifying. because that makes this all the more real, and as much as i want to do it, i don’t know the first thing about what i have planned. i hope my parents will support me (not even financially, just emotionally) but who knows. there’s such much unknown right now and that usually thrills me but right now i’m so scared and i just need someone to talk this through with me.

i am fine, i am fine, i am fine i am fine, i just need one hundred dollars

i am fine, i am fine, i am fine i am fine, i just need one hundred dollars