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She thinks age is relative. If she were to be perfectly honest, she'll tell you she actually thinks she's an old soul. Her energy, though, says otherwise. She's a double major in Politics and Psychology, but her biggest dream is to work for National Geographic.

She'll never admit it to anyone, but she's always wanted to be a princess, and no, not the Disney kind. She loves anything Arabic and Russian, and she likes chocolate more than she likes a lot of things, and there are a lot of things she likes. She likes cameras, the military, dogs, Lego, Batman, and Harry Potter.

On random days, she refers to herself in the third person, and people think it's weird. She doesn't care, though, a friend once told her that weird is good.

Her mind's essentially Hotel California.





Young. Christian. Happy.

She's a Youth For Christ.

That's not to say she's a holy person, or that she's a righteous one. All it actually means is that she believes in living her life for something far greater than who she is. People sometimes look at her with scorn, especially since she lives in a world where no one wants to get associated with religion, but she doesn't mind.

Because everyday she's becoming a better version of herself.




Some days I believe we can rule the world.

She can't be angry. She tries, but she just can't. The simplest, shallowest things make her laugh. Mess with her friends, though, and she'll rush to you and make you remember why that wasn't such a good idea.

She's boyish, which can be because she has a lot of guy friends more than she has girls, but the ones here below, she's been friends with them since forever.

And she's planning to keep it that way.

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“Oh! The places you can go!”

I'm a Psych major, remember?
Thursday, June 21, 2012 || 7:46 AM


You know how neurons are just really, really close to each other, but they never really connect?
You would think they do, because they click so easily, they communicate well, and together they can actually do great - even miraculous - things. 
But then you look closely, really closely, and you see that however close they appear to be, they don’t touch. There’s a really small gap between them, and no matter what we do, no matter what doctors do, the only thing that will happen when you connect them is damage what they do, what they are.
Maybe I’m a neuron, maybe you’re another neuron. Maybe we’re just supposed to be here: close, but never too close. Maybe we were meant to work together, but maybe we were never meant to work out at all.

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