Emily Ann Williams
This is my blog, my personal one. Not as many people view this as my other, but this is my complete mind in tid bits and various forms. Hippie, metal head, and quite possibly a little insane. Stay a while.
throughpathlesswoods asked: All you do is go to grrrr-unge 's blog, and in the top left corner there is a box. Select the name of my blog (aspera-mortem) and click vote. Thank you so much! I reached my post limit on my other blog already for today, so I can't promote you there until tomorrow, but I'll be sure to do it! xx
Okay, I also made a post to hopefully help you out!(:
Anonymous asked: I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
HAHAHAHAHA.
Taken, I like it (:
Anonymous asked: are you planning to go see 'the beatles: the lost concert' film?
Well, now I am!
I never even knew that existed!(:
Read, or don’t read. I don’t care.
This is not going to be a mini rant, this will more than likely be as long as hell.
But that’s okay, just don’t read if you don’t want to.
I feel like I have relapsed. Like I still can’t stand the way things are. I hate it, and it just all came back to me. I was doing so good, getting over everything that had happened. Then things just came rushing back. Jealousy, anger, frustration, regret, doubt. I’m afraid feelings like these never go away. And I know I am the only one feeling this. You have moved on, you love another. You’ve done shit with her that you will never know kills me inside. You don’t know the pain or the regret, and how much has changed for me. But when I think of you, I feel sick inside. Not towards you, but at myself, then I feel sick towards you, then back at myself. And I don’t think I should be feeling this way. It’s not like you treated me great. But it didn’t even matter, I suppose, because I still had you. Even though you said shit about my feelings and beliefs behind my back, I still had feelings for you. I just know I shouldn’t care, I should be happy that your gone. It’s not like you accepted me. You just acted like you did then said things behind my back.
But I still miss you.
And how can that be possible? After so long and so much thought. All the support I’ve had from my best friend Camille, and Jon, and others. How can I still feel my throat tightening, resisting tears as I write this? How come these feelings haven’t passed? And how come I keep holding on?
Things should be going well, but I always feel so sick to my stomach when I think of this. And how much it hurts. And what I should have done. But it doesn’t matter anymore, and it never will again.
I have every reason to be happy, and I’m not because I can’t let go.
I’m so tired of it.
I’m so tired of feeling great, then coming back to this bullshit.
