I'm Julie, I'm 17, and I'm hilarious. Seattle born and raised. Seahawks, Canucks, Thunderbirds, and bowing = Life.
Glass half empty type.
I'm just your average girl.
And I can dodge the rain.

 

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath. (via xrikachu)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything)

walkingwithdragons:

 I want a show where either

  • Gordon Ramsey has to sing for Simon Cowell and then Simon has to cook for Ramsey and they both just criticize each other.

Or

  • A contestant has to cook for Ramsey and then sing for Simon. You win if you can survive the psychological damage

cadburycreamcoolator:

Sydney Corcoran poses at the finish line one year after she was injured in the Boston Marathon bombing. More here

1. I was looking at the stars last night and I had a sudden urge to steal the stars from the dark sky, and decorate my skin with them. I was thinking that if my skin was covered in stars you would look at me and think, “Wow she is beautiful.”

2. Your presence is like a full moon. Maybe it’s me, maybe I am not dead once in a full moon, maybe my eyes shine once in a while. I doubt it.

3. I was standing under the sun yesterday and my eyes couldn’t stand the warmth, and I swear the sun’s rays made my skin boil to nothingness. I thought that you left me because my touch is deadly, and I was a burden to your life.

4. I don’t know how to handle anything anymore. If I were to weigh my life it’ll be an infinite amount of numbers.

5. My heart has arthritis. My mind has arthritis.

6. My presence is expired medicine. The only thing I’m good at is destroying someone, and making them sick from head to toe.

7. I want to grab the entire solar system and bury it inside my soul.

8. Please tell me what you detest about me. I’ll try to jump from this ugly carousel my life is on, and I’ll break my ribs, and watch a waterfall of blood spill from my knees, I’ll break all my bones. I’ll flip my whole life around.

9. My blood is expired, this is why I feel sick in my skin. I wanted to let it out because this expired blood is killing me. This is why I am insane, and I cannot cooperate. I’m sorry.

10. My heart is expired it doesn’t work anymore. My life is expired and my emotions have been crying, and they have develop breathing problems since you left

Alexa Evangelista (via vodkakilledtheteens)

slimiest:

a CEO walks into his office “any messages?” he asks his assistant
“two anons want to know who tom petty is and one just says ‘post your ballsack’”
“got it. check my dashboard”
“that skeleton gif you like is back again”
he rubs his chin pensively “mm. reblog that”

She was beautiful - but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

(via kinkycasey)

(Source: myquotelibrary)