"seriously ind, he's so damn hot.
if i could define my type in one look, it would be him.
i should just carry a photo of him in my wallet so i can whip it out at a moments notice when people ask me what my type is.
I'll just be all, I could tell you, but I'd rather show you. THROUGH THIS PHOTOGRAPH CONVENIENTLY PLACED IN MY WALLET WHICH I CARRY WITH ME CLOSE TO MY HEART!"
it would be ironic, if i saw him every day.
since i have spent a considerable amount of time assuming he isnt real at all, and is just a mirage i use to keep the tears at bay when i ponder the lack of hotness people at carey seem to offer.
its like that feeling you get when you realise taylor lautner is actually alive. and at some point today, he will be showering. naked.
or so i would assume.
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