Originally posted by afsaneh77: Meet my new love. I can look into these eyes for the rest of my life. 
I don't like unshaved guys. It hurts when they kiss.
I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth (Blanche/A streetcar named desire)
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