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Se eu não ganhar esse envelope minha vida não terá mais sentido!
Hi guys. So, my godmother lives in Ireland and she is friends with a man who worked on the special effects for the Harry Potter films. She mentioned my love (obsession) and he sent me a few movie props, including two Hogwarts acceptance envelopes. Now, I all ready framed my own envelope and I don’t really have a use for another. So, I’m giving the other away.
NOTE: The envelope is just that, an envelope. There is not a letter inside. The front shows Harry’s address, and the back the Hogwarts moto and symbol. There is also a fake wax seal. (It is not actually wax, it was printed to look like that.)
I want the person who receives it to really love it. So, that’s why I’m doing a giveaway.
RULES
1. REBLOGS ONLY. Likes will NOT count. (I just don’t think that many people will see it with only likes.)
2. You can reblog this up to 5 times. (Anymore than 5 and you will be disqualified.) I don’t want this spamming people’s dashes.
3. You DO NOT have to be following me to enter. You can win regardless if you follow me or not.
4. You must have your ask ENABLED. I need a way to contact you if you win.
I will ship the prize anywhere. If you live in Antarctica, cool. I’ll get it to you. (It is very thin, so I don’t foresee a problem with even international shipping.)
THE CONTEST ENDS FEBRUARY 29TH. That gives you exactly one month for up to 5 reblogs.
I will use a random number generator to choose the winner.
All right. That’s about it. Good luck!
Capa de chuva! (Taken with instagram)
Planner (Taken with Instagram at Café da Chácara)
Pq se vc parar pra pensar, na verdade não há. Bom dia. (Taken with instagram)
Sapeca esse negão…. Lindo! (Taken with instagram)
Pq, neh? Soh assim msm…. (Taken with Instagram at Frederico)
Después, foi até o banheiro, apanhou o batom ciclamen e riscou fuerte no espelho: Sally doesn’t live here anymore. Cheirou duas ou três carreiras e, antes de sair, ainda teve tempo de jogar contra os ladrilhos a velha seringa manchada de sangre.
(Caio Fernando Abreu. A verdadeira estória de Sally Can Dance and the Kids, in: Pedras de Calcutá.)