Welcome to the Bell Jar.
I'm Julianna, better known as Ju.
I like to see the world through a pair of rose-colored glasses.
I talk in circles in a way that makes sense to apparently, only me.
I tend to enjoy walking in torrential downpour, even during school hours.
I eat icing alone sometimes.
I cry because I feel, not because I'm weak.
I'm not very good at saying what I feel.
I am overly competitive and ambitious.
I like to plan everything out on a ridiculous amount of post-it notes.
I adore the smell of Staples and spend hours there.
I will not make you a sandwich, so stop asking.
I'm overly feminist as well, obviously.
I cried when I didn't get the Hogwarts letter.
I'm trying not to think about him but what can I say, he's the music to my soul.
I'm afraid of becoming just another girl to you.
I'll admit it, I love necking.
I've had a rough childhood and family life if you could call it that.
I spend way too much time in my head.
I'm a Dickens, not a Hemmingway.
I just want someone to hold me by my waist and make it all go away again.
I cannot stand how people can't talk to one another anymore without technology.
I want to name my children ridiculous names.
I am by no means a cook.
I'm trying to figure this crap out.
I feel guilty for the above expletive.
I live vicariously through the characters in my books.
I have a really big fear of cars.
I love the way letters string together to form such powerful words.
I intend on living my life entirely on a beach.
I think that the way a dancer moves is the most beautiful thing in the world.
I like glitter and keys an unhealthy amount.
I find silence so freaking loud.
I will never show you my red notebook.
I use music as my escape from reality.
I Swim is much better than I Sink.
I'm going to be a poet/novelist one day.
And...
I really hope I'm going to be okay.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I’m going to be living in Hinton James next year! Although it was not my first choice (on account of it being so old) I’m extremely excited :)
(Source: tupakesha)
I’m missing being a ballerina already. My pointe shoes are hung up on the wall now, but I’ll never forget the grace and patience that I was taught.
(Source: dancerlovinglife)
I’m such a cliche but Nicholas Sparks movies are god-like.
(Source: ephemeral-dreamers)
I never have trouble writing. I am the girl that English teachers love to hate to have because I write five extra pages than what they were expecting for an assignment. But this is something quite different for me. I’m sitting here trying to write the commencement speech and I just can’t. Something inside of me isn’t ready to let go of this place. I don’t want to leave yet, and my feelings are reflected in this inability to write. I’m hit with this dose of reality that I don’t quite want.
(Source: animalsplanet)
You sting me, take advantage of the effect you have.
I am very anxious, I will say that. It seems like I’m in some sort of dream-like state. I know that all of this happening (very soon, no less) but I can’t quite picture myself there yet. I still have so much to do before I leave home that I can’t quite let myself go yet. The time will come and I know that I will love UNC and it will grow to be my home, but until that time comes, my heart lays in my hometown.
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.
The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini
(Source: fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Eleven years later and here I am, moving on from the place I owe most everything to. Thank you, Chorus line, for giving me discipline, respect, and a love for dance that will never fade. Leaving this dance studio and these people is perhaps more frightening than graduation itself. This piece of my life, one that kept me sane, is now over and I am in fear of what is to come next.
I don’t know how to say goodbye. Ever since I let myself love you, I’ve fallen into a place in which there is no return. I rely on your soft, comforting words to keep me from the darkness. I need the tight grip of your fingers clasped upon my own to remind me that I am alive. You are every cliche, every bit of love inside of my body. Deep from within my soul, I know that no matter where life takes me, you, the both of us, I will find you again. Because I am a moth to a flame. As long as you burn brightly, I will find you. As long as you want me, I will find you. These are the words I will never tell you (and the ones I hope you never find). Because within a few weeks time we will be parting for a distance I fear. But I do hope you remember that wherever you go, I go my dear. For I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart, and there is more to my quoting of E.E. Cummings than just a simple fondness of the words.
My hands are tied, my body bruised. He got me with nothing to win and nothing left to lose.
(Source: alostsoulx)
As I’m flying over your heart, knowing you’re resting here in mine.
Eat clean, train dirty.
(Source: thrustr)
I want this tattooed, but it is much too long.
(Source: sadiegirl10)
