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seriously.
About
I'm Julie, your typical fun-sized teenage klutz who can't walk in a straight line and creates mountains of baked goods when stressed. I hate carrots and burp louder than the average adolescent male. I always have bruises on my legs and enjoy taking hundred upon thousands of pictures of my friends!
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why do people start wanting you when youre taken?
I don't say this enough
BUT I REALLY DO LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF MY FOLLOWERS!
:)
This is the kind of love I want.
You want to die in the end too?
of course. who doesn’t?
This is the kind of love I want.
"Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait for the answer."
— Unknown (via iamthegirlanachronism)
Don't say that later will be better.
Now you’re stuck in a moment and you can’t get out of it.
My Ideal Man
- must hate pickles, so I can eat all of the ones that come on burgers and such.
DO YOU HAZ SUM PICKLES I CAN HAZ!?
I want to be with someone who'll put up with my obsessive-compulsive tendencies, who'll kiss me even when I have morning breath, who'll look at me when I have bedhead and think that I'm still beautiful.
