the world according to emma.

This is the place where all the things I think are lovely meet.

I'm awkward, open-hearted, and often in my own little world. To this day I can't write straight on unlined paper. The end.

Unless otherwise stated, I don't own these photos. If something isn't cited correctly, please let me know.

jean-luc-gohard:

So apparently iCloud was hacked and pretty much every female celebrity’s nudes were leaked. I’d like to remind my followers not to post them, because they’re supposed to be private, and just because some asshole leaked them doesn’t mean you should make it worse by spreading them around.

Two things needed for a Labor Day barbecue: 
-heirloom tomatoes from the farmers market
- a to do list!

Two things needed for a Labor Day barbecue:
-heirloom tomatoes from the farmers market
- a to do list!

majormockingjay:

NEWS: Apparently someone hacked Jennifer Lawrence’s iCloud! I beg you to not share these pictures! They are Jen’s private ones, so let’s try to protect what little privacy she has…poor Jen. :(

Sliced open my palm this afternoon and called my godfather, because the idea of me walking to a neighbors and fainting on their porch didn’t sound awesome. 

He fixed me up, vacuumed the whole kitchen, and ate zucchini bread with me. 

“You need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest, thing. Right, so where are we going?”

– Pippin Took

I have beer, bread, humboldt fog, and Lord of the Rings on.

Perfect Saturday.

I crouched down to pet this cat and it jumped into my lap and immediately started purring, so obviously I had to take a selfie.

I crouched down to pet this cat and it jumped into my lap and immediately started purring, so obviously I had to take a selfie.

a sexy selfie site liked my selfie of me wearing no makeup admiring my under eye bags and I think I may have just peaked

Oh hey look at that ANOTHER night of five hours of sleep.

I didn’t graduate from college to not sleep.

I have been up since three am, gotten ten hours of sleep over a three day period, and ran out of my concealer. 

Do not test me today. 

To the guy who works in the ice cream store in my hometown:

You never smile, at least not to the point where your eyes twinkle. You work in heaven- how can you not smile? I grin like a happy idiot at you to try and see if you’ll smile back with 10% of the enthusiasm, because that would make you stunningly beautiful, but you never do. Instead you politely smile, and charge $7.82 for two small cups of ice cream. 

Please smile. Just once. My heart would melt. 

Sincerely,
Emma