My facebook page now reads;

Emily Henson

Auror at the Ministry of Magic.

I finally learned to fishtail. horribly, but fishtail nonetheless.

i have this hair. like ^ that's me...

The other day I had one of the deepest, most honest discussions I've ever had. I said things I've never dared to utter and I listened to things I never dreamt of hearing. I left feeling heavy, but with an enormous amount of weight lifted off my shoulders. (contradictory, i know. sue me.)  So when people ask me how my night was I say "fun", but it's a total lie. I will never look back and say "gee that was fun." It wasn't a laughing matter, though we did laugh on occasion. We smiled but not because we were talking about happy things or playing a game. We smiled because for once we had someone to listen to us. We had each other. 

It's completely possible that I'm being melodramatic. 

-M

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Lately my life

is one

GIANT

question mark.

Why is it that the only people who rush in are considered fools?

"I can't help falling in love with you"

Why do boys seem to forget I exist as soon as one of my bubblier, prettier friends enter the picture?

Emily who?

Why did I officially give up coffee?

Because I have good friends....and she gave me twenty bucks.

Why must Summer and Romance be forever linked?

Not that I mind, really. And I know because of this question I am going to get a gazillion friends begging me for a love story. Let me crush your hopes now. There isn't one.

Why is it that you, being over 30 years older than me, can't step up and be an adult? How can you not see the obvious, mature thing to do when I see it oh so clearly?

Just wondering, because its frustrating, really.

Why did girls camp have to be so excellent?

Three words. Rosie. Maddie. Abi.

Three more words. Ring Tailed Cats

Why do you insist on trying to torture me?

I'm proud to report, it isn't working in the least bit. I am so done with letting you.

Is this post about nathan gallagher?

I'll let you decide this one. But it prolly is.

And when he looked into my eyes I knew that he wasn't lying. And maybe, just maybe, he knew that that was exactly what I needed to hear. I knew in that instant that I would remember those words forever, and one day when all hope is lost, they will give me strength.

<3

M

p.s. i met a boy

I feel like a good cry is in order

There are just those times in life, where I wish I could sit down and sob. I wish I could scream and I wish I could tell you how i really feel. But I can't. 

If being mature means pretending it's fine when it's not, then screw maturity. I spent my entire childhood pretending the world was something it isn't. I pretended that you were perfect, and I pretended to be blind. 

When the time comes to open your eyes, all seems as it should be. But slowly the colors start to fade and the shadows emerge. Suddenly that once perfect world is juxaposed with a wasteland of hurt, and there is nothing I can do about it.

If i could have one wish, I would save my little siblings from ever knowing the flaws of this world. I would let them live and die in a world of fantasy, and then maybe they could be as happy as they deserve to be. If only wishes came true.

{Insert reference to Nathan Gallagher}