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I’m not a big fan of smoking, but even I would ignore the ashtray breath to make out with this man.

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You know I’m such a(n April) Fool for you. Everything about this boy and his outfit and locale is perfect. Big boots, skinny jeans, shirt and bowtie (be still my heart!), (velvet?) blazer, old-school Casio watch (i used to have that one!) respectable amount of stubble and my most favorite of haircuts. I have nothing witty to say about this. He’s just too fucking gorgeous, my brain stopped working.

(staryusays:goddamnyourebeautiful:Henry Amouriq by Juliette Villard)

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Now, I’ve had it pointed out to me more than a few times before, and I’m the first one to admit, I’m kind of a magpie. For both shiny things and cute boys, so for me this picture is a double whammy. My thought process went something like this when I saw this on my dashboard: “On my god what a piece of work! God, he has pretty eyes, and woah those lips are huge. Good haircut, too. And really great bonestructu….OMG SHINY THING!! ….. … …man his hands are really big. And his eyebrows are totally perfect….really cute nose and clavicle an….OOO SHINY THING AGAIN!!”

And so on and so forth. This photo is perfectly composed in that it makes my gaze travel around his face, to his hand, down the arm TO THE SHINY THING and then to the clavicle and back up again, around and around over and over. I could probably just do (/have done) that for at LEAST 10 minutes, and this is coming from someone whose attention span is such that she often watches TV while refreshing her dashboard while she photoshops something while petting the cat with her left hand between bites of whatever she’s eating.

-theslyestfox

Who wouldn’t want to roll over in the morning to wake up to this?  Can you even imagine? Consider for a minute what you did the night before. You probably met up with him after work to grab tacos before going to see a live show, and he reached over and held your hand when the band played your favorite song. Then you walked home, a little tipsy and excited and you talked about things that you love and how pretty the stars looked even though it was freezing out. When you got back to his place he insisted on making hot chocolate to warm you both up, and he even put those adorable tiny marshmallows in it. Then he probably kissed off the hot-chocolate you got on the side of your mouth and scooped you up and carried you to his room, throwing you playfully on the bed to make you giggle. Then you made out for hours and had a million orgasms and both fell asleep, exhausted. Then you wake up in the afternoon and sleepily realize that you’ve woken up beside one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen, you lucky girl you. Then you grab the camera out of your bag and take a picture so you can upload it to the internet and show him off to all your girlfriends, and tease us with his existence because secretly we all wish to wake up to something this gorgeously vulnerable on the next pillow over.

-theslyestfox