Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed. 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 leeches tea blood I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much. Emilie Autumn stills hurt heart 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 reading book people 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 lace cutting reason 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 vanilla smell killing If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. Emilie Autumn middle safe want I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane. Emilie Autumn starks bipolar crazy I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people. Emilie Autumn not-afraid ghost people 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 girl fighting blood 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 sentimental pages forget 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 cutting shining speak Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears. Emilie Autumn clean virtue tears Why should I wake when I'm half past dead? Emilie Autumn autumn half past History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever. Emilie Autumn pencils crayon forever I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me Emilie Autumn queens song drama 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 thighs glasses break 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 light darkness night And falling's just another way to fly. Emilie Autumn another-way way fall
