my name is giulia, but you can call me giuls. hopeless romantic. obsessed with elizabeth taylor, marilyn monroe, audrey hepburn, grace kelly and james dean. adores classic hollywood. loves winter, barney stinson, old movies, historical romances, stockings, accents, fuzzy peaches, chocolate ice cream, dancing, rugby, jane austen, stumbling in 4 inch heels, straw hats, collegiate sweaters, gone with the wind, tea, musicals, juxtaposition, vintage, playing with makeup, shoes, bows, marc jacobs, chanel, prada, martinis, peach vodka, mojitos and other things.
i live in italy, near tuscany and i'm seventeen.
i'm sly, perceptive and eccentric. showing my cards scares me to death. my favourite smell is petrol and i have this peculiar talent of being able to pick up objects with my toes. i'm constantly messing up my sleeping patterns. always complaining about the most meaningless things. can't even walk down the street without my ipod. a good book and a cup of chocolate is all it takes to make me happy. i'm a comical overachiever who possesses snobbish and sensitive sides. i dream too much, i've got half a head in the clouds and yet my feet remain firmly grounded. i admire things from afar and play pretend when i'm bored, have seen breakfast at tiffanys too many times to count and can quote pride and prejudice whilst tipsy and dancing in the rain. there will always be a place for lindsay lohan in my heart (the parent trap ftw), twilight is a fandom i will never understand, i love long train journeys and picnics in the park, i believe meryl streep should be called meryl fucking streep (she's that great), cunt is my favourite swearword, hard-back books are not pretentious. loves collecting magazines, alternative music, gymnastics, digital art, rabbits, ice skating, anatomy, alice in wonderland, oliver twist, marie antoinette, pastel colors, meeting new friends, texting on my iphone, outfit scrapbooking, blush, chanel lipsticks, bargain shopping, blogging & adores kitties, starbucks, junk food, gardening, sewing, and just being cool. my blog would consist of interesting rants about my life & things i find inspiring.
think of me like a as pale as hamlet's ophelia and arguably twice as mad.
“You know what’s wrong with you?” she asks him, twining a leg around his, pulling him closer.
He grins. “Nothing?”
she scoffs and sticks her tongue out. “No, everything.”
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