I hate that feeling you get when you see someone. That silly mixture of anxiety and horniness and confidence and feeling like you could actually give a shit about somebody other than yourself (let’s face it: we’re all pretty fucking narcissistic,so why not own up to it?)
Point is, I’m browsing one of the yet to be discovered corners of the internet and there he is. He’s still beautiful and charming, witty and hostile, a total ass, but frustratingly bombastic at times and yet compeletly articulate…wish i could pull that off, but i guess you can only do that if you don’t ever really care. Good god. how obscene..