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  I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. - Tom Stoppard
  
  My name is Ema, but you can call me Em. I write stories, sometimes smutty ones. This blog is mostly what I do when I'm supposed to be writing and I'm not. There's a fair amount of the inspiring, weird, controversial, video games and batman here. Consider yourself warned.

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• There is for me—there was—a wealth of meaning in a thing so ridiculous as a door key, a nail on the wall, a cat’s whiskers. There is to me a fullness of spiritual suggestion in a fowl with its chickens strutting across the road. There is to me a meaning deeper than human fears in the smell of sandalwood, in the old tins on a dirt heap, in a match box lying in the gutter, in two dirty papers which, on a windy day, will roll and chase each other down the street.

  ~ Always Astonished by Fernando Pessoa (via hyeyeonee)

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