Alexa play Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield
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We leave a light on at the end of each show. After the patrons have finished their extra dry martini's and stumbled their way into their late night Uber.
By Emma Anderson3 years ago in Poets
You had me at hello, nimble fingers. Sufjan Stevens split between two headphones. You had a salad, I had a burger. Ivory laughter, tickling the tritones.
How old were you when you found your calling? Bright eyed, doe eyed, so young yet so damn smart. Lip trills, tongue twisters and homesick bawling
HELLO GEMINI! I'm not the least bit surprised to find you here, you curious devil, you. Ever hungry for knowledge and eager for excitement, you have many small but powerful changes coming to you this month.
By Emma Anderson3 years ago in Futurism
I can think of a handful of colors that you can smell... marigold yellow mint green eggplant purple rhubarb lavendar. delicious.
My love of music was kickstarted by this relic of 2008. She was my best friend on bus rides to and from my elementary school. This small hunk of silver, in all 4GB of its glory, could be the catalyst of my teenage angst.
By Emma Anderson3 years ago in Beat
Beloved. I write to you on a cloudy day, with a pizza in the oven. Pepperoni, not my favorite, but I'll manage. I write to you on a day when the world stood still and the grass fed grief was still fresh.
By Emma Anderson3 years ago in Confessions
Another 20k down the drain, I don’t believe in love. I’m tired of hearing the rumblings of voices I just want to be left alone
I don’t know if this is actually what I wanted Its hard to say what I want I got a fucking degree in acting and all they kept asking me was