for real yo

it just means i wanna get rough with you.
i once knew these words,
these sounds
but now they walk away from me
(becausethat's what they i want to do),
leaving me with nothing.
one name, two names,
who can keep track?
not i!
not i!
delete all of your seventh grade self.
pretend you never were.
ashamed of who i was
and will be,
i am lost
in the record store.
posted by emily the tyrant!

this really really isn't mine. it's emily the tyrants! she's only fifteen and she's from new york. i like her style.

1.2 million dollars.

it's simple to hate everyone.
but hating individuals is an art.

this is everything.
i love him (maybe).
it doesn't even matter.
it hardly matters.
it doesn't matter.
oh.
yeah.