hey there i'm emlime/styx! ! sound warning ! she/her / biromantic artist / author otherheart / furry crane wives / journiie singer / songwriter plays WolfQuest, Minecraft, and Endling fave authors are Beth Lincoln and Christian McKay Heidicker fave colors green and blue fave season fall lives in antarctica between 10 and 15 yrs old fave animals are wolves, cats, sharks, & foxes fave subject: science or social studies choir kid nerd likes tea likes lakes over pools plays squash and skateboards
art by me, featured character my fursona limelight my projects include songs, art, writing pieces, and maybe trying my hand at animating. i've been getting much more mail now than on my previous accounts, makes me happy lol. i'm trying to be more active and involved. ---> song written and recorded by me (sorry i screw up the lyrics at one point) lyrics: Emlime is a girl with her head in the clouds And her feet on the ground Though it may not seem like it She likes to feel Like she’s flying She hates Talkin’ to strangers Her phone’s locked up and dead in the drawer Saw the notification Chose to ignore it Summer is her Time for healing Goin’ back To a clean slate She tells herself She’s got this… Emlime is a girl with loud, loud mind And a quiet voice Though it may not be like it She likes to sing She’s afraid Of lots of things Ceilings, water House fires But what she Might be Scared of the most Is growin’ up Emlime is a girl with her hands in pockets And a cache of shiny things Though you’ve never seen it She likes to call the birds She is theirs She’s gonna grow up Far too soon Chasing the remnants Of an innocence Only five months Till she’s Past the threshold (erk i screw this up) Only four years Till she could Leave home Emlime’s a girl who’ll miss you a lot, But she’s gotta grow up You’ll follow her Someday Promise me, promise me You’ll grow up To be just like your Emlime (nana) -bunch of oohs- She’s got a Weird way of saying I loved you at least Back when we were clueless Reckless and sweet Little and free She’s got a weird way of saying You’ve ruined my life And maybe I’ve ruined yours And She’s got a weird way of saying The em you knew Is dead, is gone She’s moved, moved, moved on Remapping her Life without you Stoppin’ tryna’, tryna’ please you She’s leaving, Goodbye You know Deep down Natural selection Doesn’t favor the toxic, the loud In fact, the quiet critters in the undergrowth Are the ones that make it out Got her head in the clouds, And a new life on the ground She’s only got Real friends Nowadays Emlime is a girl with her head in the clouds And her feet on the ground Though it may not seem like it She likes to feel Like she’s flying
