I'm Emily. A twenty-something. Loves to laugh. A perfectionist. Values family and friends above all else. Vies to be a world traveler. Also loves Jesus, learning something new every day, music, running, Europe, the French language, sunflowers, being in love, fine art, butterflies, interior design, and all things pretty.
‘Explore me’ you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I’m free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognize myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon’s wall. That is how I know you. You are what I know.
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via thatkindofwoman)