but your blade, it might be too sharp
Emilia Blithe Anderson

I've been existing for 17 years on this planet.

Daughter. Sister. Recording Artist.

I’m alive. 

lina-anderson:

Wanna go to vegas?

Uh… what?



I’m alive. 

lina-anderson:

You sure about that? 

I’m very sure.



I’m alive. 

lina-anderson:

What’s wrong now?

Nothing? I was making a joke…



I’m alive. 

lina-anderson:

Good, I get your room.

Your compassion is overwhelming.



I’m alive. 

lina-anderson:

Somehow. I’m alive. Is everyone else alive?

Nope



Ugh, the sun is so bright. 

autumn-anderson:

What happened to UMich?

Never made it.

(Source: emi-anderson)



Ugh, the sun is so bright. 

autumn-anderson:

Well, it will be nice to have someone join me in my hermiting. [She gathered her bag and went down the hall, dropping it all on the bed.] Hi.

[She rolled over, making room for her.] Hi.

(Source: emi-anderson)



Ugh, the sun is so bright. 

lina-anderson:

What’s up?

Nothing?

(Source: emi-anderson)



Ugh, the sun is so bright. 

autumn-anderson:

You mean you’re not tired of the look of your own walls at this point?

Nope. We are one.

(Source: emi-anderson)



Ugh, the sun is so bright. 

lina-anderson:

So you do live…

I might be a zombie.

(Source: emi-anderson)



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