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Just imagine living in a world without mirrors. You’d dream about your face and imagine it as an outer reflection of what is inside you. And then, when you reached forty, someone put a mirror before you for the first time in your life. Imagine your fright! You’d see the face of a stranger. And you’d know quite clearly what you are unable to grasp: your face is not you.
— Milan Kundera, Immortality (via flentes)
I love… Darren Criss. I just - sorry, I’m getting emotional - I love Darren Criss, umm, I love everything about Darren Criss. Sorry, I just… I really love Darren Criss and I just wanna hug him, but I can’t because that’s crazy I can’t hug Darren Criss, but I just want to, I want to. I want to. Umm, I’m sorry I just - I get - anytime I hear Darren Criss I get - I love Darren Criss. Umm, phew I promised myself I wouldn’t cry.
Umm, so anyway, I am a Darren Criss fangirl and I love to run… I’m sorry I’m thinking about Darren Criss again. I just, I think about how he doesn’t get any sleep, and how I would give him sleeping tablets and how cute he is and his curls and his glasses and his eyes. I just love him and I want him and I want him in a basket, and I want little bow ties. I want him to be on a rainbow and just in my bed and I just want a house, with him and I just want us to roll around. I can’t, I sdjfsl- I can’t.
