“That feeling I get when I’m riding my bike down the steep hill of Freddie’s street is the only way I know how to explain it. The world around me is a blur except for him. I feel like” — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“There are times when I feel like I can’t be me. I can’t simply exist. I have to offer something in exchange. Something that absolves me of being fat and gay and even worse—both of those things at once.” — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“En pointe she was a force, a tornado: safe to look at from a distance, but in close proximity, you risked being just another… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“I wish there were some kind of magic words that could bridge the gap between the person I am and the one I wish… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“The coat was black and drab and obviously purchased for the sake of utility without any thought of fashion. It's the type of sacrifice… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“It seems to me that childhood ends and adult life begins the moment you stop believing your parents can rescue you.” — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“At what point does another person's extraordinary become your ordinary?” — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it's easy to forget that it takes some amount of bravery to live your life one way and then suddenly diverge from that… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“It's incredible to me to think that all these objects can hold so much meaning, but at the end of the day they're objects… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“Captain James Cook's ship, The Endeavour, hit a coral outcrop in the Great Barrier Reef in 1770. Cook and his crew camped in what… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“I choose guys. I choose girls. I choose people. But most of all: I choose.” — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
Spiders don't chew. They send a special liquid into their prey. The prey's insides turn to mush. Then the spider sucks up its tasty… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“Every time I blink, all I can see are my flaws. My body in a fun-house mirror. Hips too wide. Thighs too big. And… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
“Damn,” I hiss. “I’m sorry to hear about your grandpa.” There’s so much more I want to say. But there’s some invisible barrier there… — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
I wanted nothing more than to feel something, but I didn't know how to deal with what came after the feeling. — Julie Murphy Copy Share Image
