For Anyone Struggling To Accept Lena Headey's Absolute Perfection

    When she flashes that grin, nobody is safe.

    "Oh, hello there. It's just me, Lena Headey, here to turn your world upside down."

    The following is an important PSA: If you think about British actress Lena Headey for too long, you will experience some feelings potentially dangerous to your health.

    When she stands on the red carpet – powerful, stoic, and statuesque – you will realize your jaw is scraping the floor. Pick it up, you're embarrassing yourself.

    When she flashes her crooked grin, you'll feel yourself getting slightly weak in the knees. Don't panic, just sit down.

    Her tattoos will enchant and hypnotize you. If you don't already have some, you'll probably start to consider getting inked.

    Don't. You can't pull it off like she can.

    When she stands humbly next to a literal shrine of herself, you'll wonder why we aren't all bowing down in her presence.

    When you watch Game Of Thrones you feel both terrified and enraptured by her.

    You've never wanted someone to say mean things to your face before, but tbh.... Lena totally could get away with it.

    It's confusing. Don't overthink it. There is no rhyme or reason to these feelings you're feeling.

    Witnessing her kick so much ass in 300 brought a single tear to your eye. It was so beautiful.

    When you watch Imagine Me And You, she reminds you that love at first sight totally exists:

    And you're, "Duh, Lena. I fell for you right away."

    Warning: There will be a moment when you realize she is indeed a real person – not just an array of powerful characters – and you'll feel the Earth crumble beneath your feet.

    It's best to simply stare at a photo, like this one, and contemplate her existence for a while.

    Pour yourself a glass of wine and ponder her perfection even more.

    ~ be strong ~

    Not only does she exist, but she exists as a perfect entity who, quite literally, gives no fucks.

    She owns her weirdness and wears it like a crown.

    You'll get lost in her twitter feed for hours, reveling in the perfection that is her cussing:

    Hey lady in front of me .. Maybe if you weren't applying fucking make up WHILST DRIVING a car ...

    You wouldn't be such a shitty driver .. How 'bout that .. How about that...

    And when she drops the snark for a moment of sincerity, you'll be convinced she is speaking directly to you.

    Love to all you beings of complicated lives minds and hearts ..

    Her sarcasm will leave you wanting more and more of her sarcastic (and perfect) face.

    You consider the fact that getting wicked drunk with her would be a dream in itself.

    You contemplate that maybe she is, in fact, a mythical creature or figment of your imagination.

    Alas, there she is – causing you to question yourself down to your very core.

    So for anyone out there who can't stop thinking/obsessing/worshipping the wonderfully weird Lena Headey...

    ... you are not alone.

    a great percentage of my daily routine is spent thinking about lena headey's face, the rest is Not As Important."

    Dreaming Lena Headey @IAMLenaHeadey

    drinking tea and thinking about lena headey