to the stars

Lucy Finch. 24-years-old. "When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, anything your heart desires will come to you." Another girl dreaming of being the next Audrey or Ingrid or Judy. When I close my eyes I'm married to Gregory Peck and dancing with Fred and Ginger. When I open them, I realise I've burnt someone's breakfast. Waitress in New York - for now. Also I own two cats: Humphrey and Brando.

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@jensenbarnes: @lucyfinch I have never been more proud to call you a best friend as the time I saw you as a zombie.

@lucyfinch: @jensenbarnes why dis

@lucyfinch: @jensenbarnes I love you despite the zombie jokes xx

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@jcargent: lucy doesn't deserve a national best friend day tweet

@lucyfinch: @jcargent you shouldn't have x cute x #love x #blessed x

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this has attempted to post 7 times bye but jenny the corrigans are from ohio so he can be another brother :)

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TEXT TO LUCY:

I don’t do that. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a cartoon character and I don’t look at girls like that. And I don’t look at June like that.

TEXT TO LUCY:

You’re not.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Yes you do and yes I am.

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TEXT TO LUCY:

A) You totally stepped on my moment and B) Make sure to read this in a whiny teenage girl voice: how did you know?

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

A) Do you want me to give your moment back? B) Because one time she mimicked your accent and you looked like she’d hung the moon in the sky.

TEXT TO JULIAN:

Also because I’m clever.

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TEXT TO LUCY:

Stop saying yes because I’m reading it like ‘yaaaaassssss’ and it’s unnerving.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

I’m trying to let you have your moment even though I’ve been waiting for the ‘Lucy, help me to woo June’ conversation for months.

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TEXT TO LUCY:

That I’m into?

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Yes.

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TEXT TO LUCY:

I think there’s a girl.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Yes.

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TEXT TO LUCY:

I’m so pissed off that you’re right, chicadee.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Mhmmm, spill it.

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TEXT TO LUCY:

No ‘cause you’ll make fun.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Probably, but who else are you going to tell?

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TEXT TO LUCY:

I don’t want to say.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Cool, tell me.

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TEXT TO LUCY:

It was one time and it didn’t even turn out to be the thing we thought it was. Make like Elsa and let it go.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Never. Anyway, what’s the issue?

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TEXT TO LUCY:

You’re a pig.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Oh, so it isn’t medical?

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TEXT TO LUCY:

I’M HAVING A SITCH.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Oh my god, how many times do I have to tell you? If it itches then, yes, you need to go see a doctor.

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TEXT TO LUCY:

I dunno. Are you ten?

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

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TEXT TO LUCY:

I hate when you tell me to omg chill.

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TEXT TO JULIAN:

Are you 10?