Not One Of Those Crazy Girls

Not One Of Those Crazy Girls

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Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.

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you built up a world of magic 
because your real life is tragic

you built up a world of magic 
because your real life is tragic

you built up a world of magic

because your real life is tragic

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After all this time… I’m still into you!

wearreunbroken:

After all this time… I’m still into you!

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Happy 28th Birthday, Lea! ♥ (August 29, 1986)
You met with a manager that told you that you had to get plastic surgery? She was like, “How old are you?”  I was like, “Thirteen.”  She’s like, “Great. As soon as you turn fifteen, it’s time for a nose job.” Obviously, I didn’t get it done. So, wherever she is, she can go fuck herself.

Happy 28th Birthday, Lea! ♥ (August 29, 1986)
You met with a manager that told you that you had to get plastic surgery? She was like, “How old are you?”  I was like, “Thirteen.”  She’s like, “Great. As soon as you turn fifteen, it’s time for a nose job.” Obviously, I didn’t get it done. So, wherever she is, she can go fuck herself.

Happy 28th Birthday, Lea! ♥ (August 29, 1986)
You met with a manager that told you that you had to get plastic surgery? She was like, “How old are you?”  I was like, “Thirteen.”  She’s like, “Great. As soon as you turn fifteen, it’s time for a nose job.” Obviously, I didn’t get it done. So, wherever she is, she can go fuck herself.

Happy 28th Birthday, Lea! ♥ (August 29, 1986)
You met with a manager that told you that you had to get plastic surgery? She was like, “How old are you?”  I was like, “Thirteen.”  She’s like, “Great. As soon as you turn fifteen, it’s time for a nose job.” Obviously, I didn’t get it done. So, wherever she is, she can go fuck herself.

Happy 28th Birthday, Lea! ♥ (August 29, 1986)
You met with a manager that told you that you had to get plastic surgery? She was like, “How old are you?”  I was like, “Thirteen.”  She’s like, “Great. As soon as you turn fifteen, it’s time for a nose job.” Obviously, I didn’t get it done. So, wherever she is, she can go fuck herself.

Happy 28th Birthday, Lea! ♥ (August 29, 1986)
You met with a manager that told you that you had to get plastic surgery? She was like, “How old are you?”  I was like, “Thirteen.”  She’s like, “Great. As soon as you turn fifteen, it’s time for a nose job.” Obviously, I didn’t get it done. So, wherever she is, she can go fuck herself.

Happy 28th Birthday, Lea! (August 29, 1986)

You met with a manager that told you that you had to get plastic surgery? She was like, “How old are you?”  I was like, “Thirteen.”  She’s like, “Great. As soon as you turn fifteen, it’s time for a nose job.” Obviously, I didn’t get it done. So, wherever she is, she can go fuck herself.

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ladeh-amanda:

But that was what I came here for.

ladeh-amanda:

But that was what I came here for.

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this is possibly the best transparent post ever u wont understand unless you drag it OMFg

celesti-l:

this is possibly the best transparent post ever u wont understand unless you drag it OMFg

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