I was on a friend's friend's friend's friend's brother's hookup's friend's Facebook page this morning staring at his pictures.
So naturally, I'm going to put all of them on here.
If this is you, please don't sue me.
Also, if this is you, please follow me on twitter.
Also, if this is you, call me.
I want to sink my teeth into his arm.
My favorite parts of this picture are earrings, teeth, nipple, and cleavage, (in that order).
And he is a wrestler.
So like, in a massive stroke of luck, this shows a subtle hint that he might be gay. Though as somebody who has never even met him, this is mostly irrelevant.
And this proves it beyond any doubt. Still irrelevant.
So looking at this person is fun, but it is also bittersweet. On the surface he seems to be the perfect guy (and everyone knows the surface is all that matters). It feels personal because he represents everything that I couldn't be or become: white, beautiful, capable of pulling off a v-neck, medical.
I imagine somebody is going to say something about how a lot of [beautiful] people say that their looks are actually a handicap and they find it difficult to be taken seriously or seen as anything but an object. This is bullshit.
I'm sure somebody else is going to say something about life being what you make of it. This is annoying too. Save it.
Hi. I started this blog as an outlet for my emotions. After the overwhelmingly positive response from like, two people, the main purpose of this blog is now to get me noticed by HBO or Showtime and make me rich.
Tell a friend.
I'm in my early twenties and live and work in DC.
I have body image issues and an unhealthy relationship with food/God/everyone I've ever met.