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Emma in Winterland~ p.3

in buttpain. buttpain is unbearable. 

i have nothing to say. this is crazy. honeybunches is in reno. all my blog ideas are strictly embedded in the car. AUGHHHHHHH

omegleing is fun. 


snowboarding is hella hard on green lines because you cant restart your movement, and your balance is completely off. go to homewood with meeee

i will sit here and sadly watch my views per day drastically drop. down, down, then downwards some moar, and i will cry on the inside and wish i have internets on the car. because that is where inspiration blooms

here is my salvadavid. read it. read everything. READ MY BLOG PLEASEEEE



David, now or never. David with intelligent, ever-aware eyes, scanning the bumbling school chaos. David who blends into the crowds, despite his height, who doesn’t seem to exist until promoted with love, who walks at the speed some run, who would gladly spend his life alone with only Internets. Wakes up at the latest times, pulls on stripes and dirty black shoes, makes for the door, no breakfast. Avoids all trouble by a whisker; never late, never caught speeding down the halls by the ankle-less teachers.

David, barely thriving in a school of idiots, talks at two speeds: rapid-fire-geek and “o.” Who, now, frantically finishes  David, flanked by Devesh and Daman, the bodyguards of his nerd-gang. Circle shared and acts smarter than men 30 years elder, David studies C++ and Linux crap, preparing for a likely future in engineering.


David, now or never, risk it all. David, once upon a time, snuck glances across the room at the “intelligent” girl who would someday make her move, but no today. David who is an entirely different person while chatting, gives one chance, and the girl takes it too late. Burdened by another’s broken heart, peppered by her desperate attempts, he finds safety behind Google Chat’s trusty “block” option. David, overlooked by most, loved by one, deftly elbows her face, turns around with nervous, confused eyes, and says,”Ow.” She knows now as he slouches farther and farther from her reach that she will never be loved again by this once-sweet-on-her, chat-until-four-am, hormone-ignoring boy.



About emmatbunnie

Hello, nonexistent readers. I type up whatever dark thoughts run through my cavernous mind. You have entered my cave of thoughts and regrets and everything in between. I post when my "friends" push me to. Don't expect too much, please. Hey! My name is Emma (duh). I have an adorabs little rabbit who I am overly fond of and I am sickeningly in love with "honeybunches," although that has GOT to change soon. I love crafts, such as sewing and polymer clay!

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