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Julia. Living near giant waterfalls. Aspiring singer, writer, and psychologist. Fighting MS. Likes iced coffee.


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Writers turn pain into words.
Turn heartbreak into art.
But that doesn’t change the fact that it all still fucking hurts.

— 10 word story (via suchvodka)

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I walked outside to see the stars
To remind myself that the world is so much bigger
than me and my problems
But it was raining
The sky was cloudy
And it was just me

Anonymous said: I'm glad you weren't dead when your neighbor checked on you. I need to lay next to you next time so there's no confusion.

Thank you, I’m glad as well! Haha, sounds like a deal!

Anonymous said: Have you found a boy who realizes how amazing you are yet?

Aww, thank you! I haven’t found the right guy just yet. It’s all about finding the person who sees in you what you see in them, and that has proved to be tricky.

When you lay on the ground to watch the stars with someone, people think it’s romantic. When you do it alone, your very sweet neighbor will come over to make sure you’re not dead.

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this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too (via asimetricna-vagina)

I love everyone too much, I’d implode

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