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January Jones, photographed by Simon Emmett for Glamour UK, April 2013.
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What the fuck textbooks
You’re made of paper and ink
Not fucking diamonds.
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I want someone who will be monogamous, and nice to his mother. And I want someone who likes musicals, but knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching Lost. And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame, and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks as needed, like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet,and beefy forearms, like a damn Disney prince. And I want him to genuinely like me, even when I’m old. And that’s what I want.
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i'm so insecure and so ugly ew
i'm flawless don't touch me peasant
I dislike the word ‘atheist’ because people believe that that word means that I do not believe. I do believe. I believe in all sorts of things. I believe in hope and in the power of language and in love; I believe that made up stories can matter; I believe that everyone is important and all struggles valid; I believe in the power of the unironically enthusiastic and in so much more, but they seem to think that I do not believe in anything because I do not believe in God.
My week is basically:
- Monday
- Monday #2
- Monday #3
- Monday #4
- Friday
- Saturday
- Pre-Monday
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