Five Hundred & Seventy Eight
Theme: Well there, Mr.Hirsch!
I. can't. even. breathe. I've been sending Emile Hirsch tweet's literally everyday. I'm not even sending creepy one's. Just one's that would at least make me seem somewhat normal. Today he posted a video of him and his friend, and by this point I was like "fuck this, no matter what I post he will never acknowledge my existence." So after a girl commented on the video with "ovaries gone" I thought I'd just go all out and fangirl. I replied with " I second that, my ovaries have also exploded." He liked it. Emile Hirsch liked what I said. He knows of my existence. Better yet, he knows that my ovaries exploded. For him. Oh my god. I just can't stop squealing. Emile, you precious, precious human being.

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