Hi, I'm Emily. Loud and Vulgar. World Traveler. Twin sister. College Student. Green Day. 21 years old. Whiskey Shots and Cheap Cigarettes. Lover of cats and music. THE FLAMING LIPS.
I like drugs. Music Festival Goer.
Lana Del Rey has my heart.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy. Sad. Tired of life.
~*It's only going to take a little time before we start to lose our minds*~
I was 18, standing in a corner by a wall, really scared, surrounded by three bodyguards. He came staggering over, really drunk, wasted on something, and he said, “What are we going to do first, have lunch or have sex”. Those were the first words he ever said to me.