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Edward Christopher Sheeran. He should feel loved that I'm starting this journeyful journal with him.
Well, he deserves it, after all.

Yes, yes, Ed, yes I am stuck in my daydream. Here's a trickster for you: Guess who my daydreams are about?

Okay, senior-me-who-would-not-even-see-this, I 'discovered' Ed one fine summer day in 2012 (actually not fine at all, I was inside with a blanket and the AC cranked to 50 degrees [yes,50] with popcorn and tumblr) when I listened to The A-Team.
And of course, I was an A-Teamer for a whole month.
But that day was the best. day. of. my. life.
Because who doesn't love this beauty?

Anyways, how did I fall in love with this guy?
"He's just another ugly singer," right?
No. His personality overrules his looks. For sure.

And then, afterwards, I listened to Kiss Me and Give Me Love and Grade 8 and Little Bird and Cold Coffee and Be Like You and The Sea and so much more,
and
slowly
became
an
ed sheeran
fan.
And it's just weird...how much I can love a person who doesn't even know I exist.
He helped me in every single way possible, and he showed me that beauty comes from the inside - and how crazy I can be when Ed Sheeran pops up into my mind.
People tell me that I'm loving him for no reason at all; I think overwise. There's always a reason when it comes to Ed. Uhh...minus the part where he wrote a song about a sofa. Let's just...put that aside.
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I don't know what words to use to really describe this ginger. So yeah. Um. This is a bad rant, but his gifs made it better. :D["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

I think life is some kind of spell, where we are destined to fall in love with people who don't even look at you and commit the same mistakes
over
and
over
again.
Yet how can a spell hurt so good, and please so bad?

#internetsafety guys, internet safety. So my name is NOT Taruni, in fact.
It's Judy.


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Yeah, I should probs do that.
OH WAIT NO
I WANNA RAMBLE ABOUT CANCER
YEEESSS

haha it feels like I'm talking to myself lol
Hi, Taruni!
Hey, Taruni!!
How's life?
Suckish.
Why so?
Because I HATE REALITY OKAY

My touch is no use
My life's an excuse
While I watch you slip out of my invisible reach
You can go right through
Can you feel the love I drew?
I miss you.
I love you.
But do you even care?
Sent from above
Want your love
But is it even there?
^^lyrics to the first and last song I've ever written...:P

Especially in the movies. Oh my lawd. Here's an example:
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вαву ωну'∂ уσυ ℓєανє мє?
ωну'∂ уσυ нανє тσ gσ?
ι ωαѕ ¢συитιиg σи fσяєνєя,
иσω ι'ℓℓ иєνєя киσω...
ι ¢αи'т єνєи вяєαтнє!
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тнιѕ ιѕ נυѕт α ∂яєαм.

Dad: I want you to marry the girl of my choice.
Son: NO!!
Dad: The girl is Bill Gate's daughter.
Son: YES OKAY OMG YEAAHH
Dad goes to Bill Gates
Dad: I want your daughter to marry my son.
Bill: Nah
Dad: He is the CEO of CITI bank.
Bill: YES OKAY OMG YEAAHH
Dad goes to President of CITI bank.
Dad: Make my son the CEO.
President: No way Jose.
Dad: He is the son-in-law of Bill Gates.
President: YES OKAY OMG YEAAHH
This is how to do business.

a n d a l l y o u ' r e e v e r g o n n a b e i s m e a n .
Why'd you gotta be so mean?

AND I SHALL SPAM TOMORROW!! MWAHAHAHA!

A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming

I also love tea. And coffee. and fancy text.
So if you're not bored yet from my small intro, please read on! But warning: this journal contains a lot of gifs and pictures. So if your phone/laptop/device doesn't support this, then, I'm sorry, but you got to get the hell out :P
This journal also contains a lot of flashing images and such. If you are sensitive to intense lighting, do not continue.
BUT HAVE NO FEAR!! All my gif and image spams are hidden in a spoiler link, (view spoiler)[like so. (hide spoiler)] Oh, and also cuss words are put into spoiler links as well ^.^
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