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


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Anonymous said: Y!

I have certain things that I look for when I’m scoping out guys in a crowd, certain things that catch my eye. I like converse and when guys wear rings and have facial hair. My favorite is when they’re growing a beard but it’s not a beard yet, it’s just scruff. I’ve liked guys who didn’t have any of those things. But I think when you meet someone you click with, the way they look becomes what you want. Maybe you never thought you’d like someone for one reason or another, but if it’s right, it’s right and suddenly it’s hard to imagine wanting anyone else. You watch them become more and more beautiful as they talk. So, I couldn’t date someone I thought was ugly, I guess… But because once I fall for someone, they’re the most handsome ever. If I think they’re not cute, chances are I don’t like them enough.

Anonymous said: O!

I think I’d choose one year with my true love, which I’m sure would be the best year of my existence, fleeting and wonderful. Just one year is heartbreaking though. But I’d rather have one year with the person who feels right, who makes me feel alive, than have none with them at all… Even though never having them would mean my heart wouldn’t break as much when they’re gone. Still, I think better to have loved and lost than to never have loved them at all.