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Oh, Darling Dear
Seventeen-year-old dreamer with a sugar tooth, a passion for the written word, and a morbid sense of humor.
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I can’t tell if she’s actually real, or if she’s stopped caring, if she’s real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?
— Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad (via abovethemeadow)
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About
A little bit of a perfectionist, a lot a bit of a procrastinator, entirely a cynic. I can only hope that, one day, my story will be as great as those around me and that, by the time that I die, I will be able to say that I have impacted people's lives for the better. Although I hope to become a doctor one day, if that falls through for whatever the reason may be, I will most likely become a trashy romance novelist whose house is overrun by a few cats and tons of plants. As a hopeless romantic, a future as a spinster is scarily possible.
