January 2012
144 posts
Watching strange sex with Kendall. Thank you TLC.
December 2011
100 posts
granatepli asked: joolia, your writing actually like brings genuine happiness to me so often. i want to give you a hug. i hope you have a spectacular new years and I WANNA SEE YOU OVER JTERM. bye
hearing my sister’s laugh from all the way downstairs, is one of the most comforting sounds in the world.
wewontneedlegs asked: on your daily revelation: a-fuckin-men sister. i'd been trying to grow my hair long until about a year ago. i finally realized that this was just because a boy had told me in eighth grade that girls with long hair were more his type. this idea had infested my subconscious and made me believe that longer hair would make boys want me. then, i also realized that i like the way i look with short...
fordandlopatin asked: I just wanted to let you know that my arms have been itching to hug you ferociously all winter break. And that you inspire me a whole lot. And finding out that J.K. is a feminist was one of the best discoveries ever, so thank you for that.
“We’ve begun to raise daughters more like sons… but few have the courage to raise...”
– Gloria Steinem;
Quote Garden.
(via oneyoungfeminist)
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Okay, Daily revelation.
So, I’m a twin. I have a twin brother named Sam, whom I love so much. And after doing a little digging, among some pictures and things I remembered something incredibly significant to twelve year old me. As a sixth grade girl, I was incredibly insecure about my height. I just towered over my twin brother, which tormented me. I was Ashamed, gawky and embarrassed. I used to sit on the stairs,...
“Nobody tells an actor, “you’re playing a strong-minded man”. We assume that men...”
– Meryl Streep, on being told that she often plays “strong-minded women” (via newkindofwanderer)
So, I woke up in my friends apartment. man walks in. brought her coffee cake, I’m eating it. he’s now sitting on a stool in the living room playing guitar. I still haven’t taken out my retainer. this is a true story.
I think of you always.
A new place.
I’m in a place nowadays. Attempting to separate my identity from a place of complete and total outside acceptance. I yearn not to be exactly what someone wants me to be; rather what I feel I should be. what I can be. I don’t want to compromise anymore, or feel any amount of shame for challenging what needs to be challenged. I think I’ll find a place here. doing what I think I...
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latikaaaa-deactivated20111231 asked: wait are you emma's sister?!
Red Nail polish makes my hands look all spindly and weird.
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So, a week ago I decided that I want to get a tattoo. someday. I’ve been brainstorming ever since.
“Each time a girl opens a book and reads a womanless history, she learns she is...”
– Myra Pollack Sadker (via aninsufferableknowitall)
WatchHEY BABES
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Day's dresses.
everything felt instantly distant. The way water held shape, above sand’s buried center, And morning fog had a way of tasting sweet, dressed in Lavender. We walked unto Cliff ends, and The old wave-shaken bluff, until our eyes hardly mattered, sheer existence proved enough. for as sun shakes a day dream, lights upon ones’ content, Nature sung with an outcry, of cloudy day’s dark...
hmmmm..
Why do I hesitate to post Feminist articles, and pictures on Tumblr? I really don’t know. If I believe something, why not devote my tumblr to it? so, here we go. Prepare to hear my feminist rantings roar.
“You have to question a cinematic culture which preaches artistic expression, and...”
– Ryan Gosling, in a letter protesting the NC-17 rating of ‘Blue Valentine’. The rating was based on one consensual sex scene, in which he goes down on Michelle Williams. (via v0lpe)
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His Stitches
And in a space in between the fire place, and the big sofa chair, he sits there. Counting the six sets of stitches mildly keeping his clothing together. Old picture books lie filthy, and unkept. Tired, and worn. Old, and on shelves, elevated and unreachable.
Not meant to be tipped by tiny eyes, I suppose. Tipped, over over over by little arms. reaching, risking, touching, taking, Picture...
For Certain.
now I know I’ve already posted this. but I’m thinking of the people I love and posting it again.
Sometimes I think about certainty, and how no matter how far I venture, on any given day to the outside’s of myself, that you could certainly remind me of the way back. some kind of eternally lit path, And Remember that day we all sat in a circle, huddled and torn, sick with the...
Anonymous asked: I read your blog a while ago, and recently started again. You are a very profound writer and the things you write could really change a lot of peoples' lives. I don't know if you realize how wonderful of a person you are. Have more self-respect for yourself, my dear. Over the years we (people in general) have seen you change and morph into the person you are today. Do not give up. You...
vc--r asked: Juju your bog just makes me so extremely happy. you are such a talented writer.
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Ours is yours.
We picked up ten acres of solid ground, grassland maybe. And patting it silently between our fingers, I saw it only fitting to sprinkle it sparingly into our Ocean. Perhaps all the moments we’d buried, could swim there too. The grass in our land felt soft, under foot. And the skyline looked sweet, like the lilac-bush Forrest, that took captive our trees. Our sun swept low, like little...
I’m watching Crazy Stupid Love, and eating a panini. one could say that I am living the dream.
Sun Fish
She’s supposed to have grown seamlessly into her shoes.
Sent treading near quiet streams and riversides.
She’ll find solace in sun fish,
and lonely boats dressed in sails.
and until then we’ll wait here.
Collecting maple leaves and cat tails.
danikamcclure asked: Miss Julia, I assure you that anon's opinions are not that of everyone else's. I think you are lovely and that you write lovely things. You seem genuine and kind, and all of those qualities mold together in to an attractive sort of being that I've never met, but I'm sure would be a good person to talk about things with and share stories. You're great, anon is confused....
Anonymous asked: i'm not being mean or malicious. i'm trying to tell you that the persona that you're putting up is really unattractive and you're better than that.
When I get a really mean message on Tumblr, it really makes me want to delete everything I ever wrote. But instead I drink coffee, and eat Christmas leftovers.
Anonymous asked: I have never met you personally but I love you, and you're so important - you are lit'rally so important.
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Holiday hands.
For nights when you’ve imagined subtle hands tracing your back, be still. and Hover silently over all things hopeful. sleep alone, as you always have. And don’t be afraid. hands have a subtle way of holding themselves, For nothing stops for the holidays.
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Songs of sweet
I want to go dancing. I want my hair to swing just like the band. I want to be spun spun spun around, and stopped by sweet arms, I want to smile up at someone tall, and sing to sea of love, I want to sip beverages and watch old people hold one another, I want to dance so long, I sleep forever and sing until my hair falls out I want to whisper strange things to saxaphone players, until I get...
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Not a day, not a minute, not a second, not a moment. goes by. that I don’t think, of what it would be like, to think, to wonder, to dream, of him, of he, of you, and her, and she, yes, me.
“Season of Joy:
She asked me when the season of joy was supposed to end & I...”
– Brian Andreas (via thesunisfalling )
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Tracing trains.
Sometimes you put your hands on my eyes, closing them tight on my lashes and glasses,
and while you expect I’m enveloped in darkness, really I’m tracing, your veins, vessel trains, two car-lanes,...