I’m julie. I’m 18.
Welcome to the clusterfuck of an existential crisis that is my blog. Sometimes I write, more often than not I rant, but most of the time I cry over fictional characters and tv shows. I get far too emotionally invested when I watch something. Exhibit A: Sherlock.
I’m a purveyor of general creepiness on the Internet. Feel free to write fanfiction about me, and feel free to ship me with whatever your heart desires. I support it all.
I’m a blend of Vietnamese and Chinese, but all round asian. No one ever believes me when I tell them what nationality I am (gee thanks guys). I’m a first generation Australian. I have one big brother, he means everything to me and I love him so so much.
I’m 5’2, the smallest in my family. But I have a huge… personality. I have a babyface that makes people think I’m thirteen. I’m socially inept and I love it. I have the maturity of a prepubescent boy and the attention span of a gnat. My OTP is me and coffee. The holy coffee bean of magnificence – I ship us. I love giraffes. I love llamas. I think the plural for moose should be meese.
…still reading this?
Feel free to stalk me.
Crazy? I prefer… misunderstood.