I heard the internet's a good place to unleash your inner demons, but mine left in the middle of the night and ran off with another woman, so I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed, alone, pretending to be fucking ANGRY instead of actually feeling fucking ANGRY.


Apathy is warm--anyone who tells you differently pretends as hard as I do.

My name is Julia, and I can't really say much about myself, only I will not reduce my soul to single, monosyllabic words that are so grossly ubiquitous on here. We are not words...not even pages. We are all great opuses of trauma and triumph, not to be defined by our sexuality and interests in esoteric art. Celebrate your complexity, Tumblr! You are clearly teeming with it!
(I am part of the world's dwindling handful of happy people. Let's talk about it.)
I'd like to talk to all of you. Email me about something. Email me about your sexuality and interests in esoteric art. I check my spam twice daily, don't worry!
juliaprosser25@gmail.com
:^)