Zooey Deschanel: Faux-Indie Heartbreak

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Somewhere while traversing the complicated land of physical objectification, a young adolescent publicly lauds the "realness" of an understated, yet overexposed beauty's ability to encompass every aspect of the flannel intelligentsia fantasy; noting her multifaceted artistic ability and her realistically unrealistic every-woman aesthetics, denying struggles in being able to easily name a successful independent work that actually conveys her dramatic expertise while discreetly consummating his relationship with the idealized indie archetype vis-à-vis a cold, sleek, cologne advert addled corporate magazine within the privacy of the family furnace room.

Young love in a sadness bowl.