What's
worse?
Being
in love
with
a fictional
character and knowing
it'll never happen no matter how
hard you try... Or being in love
with a celebrity and
having that 1% of hope
that it could happen?
character and knowing
it'll never happen no matter how
hard you try... Or being in love
with a celebrity and
having that 1% of hope
that it could happen?
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posted August 1, 2014 at 8:41am UTC tagged with love, cute, celeb, life, break, heart, fiction, quote
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