"I went to a psychiatrist. He said tell me everything. I did, before I knew it, he was doing my act."
I edit some glitterature for the mobs here <3
Disclaimer: I mostly re-blog pictures of smoking 1950's actresses, kitchens with no one in the them, pastel houses, and quaint breakfast platters.
Emily Present likes nice things. She is enamored with a pursuit of beauty and bullshit. An idealist and a devoted devourer of aestheticism she is plagued by her poet calling. Therefore, her obsession with aesthetics finds it way into her playful use of language.
Until next time...she will be trying to harmonize her bourgeois attempt at Don Draper-esque supremacy with her radical writerly instincts. Wish her luck.
I evaluate my life via twitter here:
Stalk my social life here:
Bread and Butter:
Links to some other younger writing, all edited by the late and truly, eternally great Devin Lomax Smith
New York Pudding
Today's world is all about getting ahead, I'm all about getting behind.
Chew on that for breakfast.