He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior. Emilie Autumn More Quotes by Emilie Autumn More Quotes From Emilie Autumn If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud! Emilie Autumn leechesteablood I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much. Emilie Autumn stillshurtheart I am personally not a lover of audiobooks in general, and I am indeed one of those people who don't count listening to a book being read by someone else as actually having read that book. It simply is not reading. Emilie Autumn readingbookpeople My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life Emilie Autumn lacecuttingreason Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love. Emilie Autumn men I do not have OCD OCD OCD. Emilie Autumn ocd EA: Is it the smoke that smells like vanilla? Audience: Yeah. EA: Yeah, they do that to mask the chemicals that are actually killing you. Emilie Autumn vanillasmellkilling If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. Emilie Autumn middlesafewant I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane. Emilie Autumn starksbipolarcrazy I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people. Emilie Autumn not-afraidghostpeople And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl. Emilie Autumn girlfightingblood We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human Emilie Autumn sentimentalpagesforget I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me. Emilie Autumn cuttingshiningspeak Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears. Emilie Autumn cleanvirtuetears Why should I wake when I'm half past dead? Emilie Autumn autumnhalfpast History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever. Emilie Autumn pencilscrayonforever I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me Emilie Autumn queenssongdrama Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable. Emilie Autumn thighsglassesbreak For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night Emilie Autumn lightdarknessnight And falling's just another way to fly. Emilie Autumn another-waywayfall
