picspam
I'm in a shitty mood and can't think of anything to post about. Pretty pictures are better.
I remember when I first really got captivated by stage pictures of William Beckett, it was his awareness of his body that did it, the way he was very deliberately posing and constructing what was seen. Mikey is the opposite. What catches me about photos of him onstage is how accidental they are, how graceless, how it just happens.
Bebe Rexha messes with my straight so bad.
I like him when he's broody.
But also when he's goofy.
Cute cute cute.
I'm always a fan of Gabe with a baby.
Can't stay mad at William when he's in a picture with his little one.
My growing fascination with these two is confusing to me. I don't understand these feelings I am having. Someone should explain them to me. With porn.
These feelings, I do understand.
Yeah, they're pretty clear.
Blah blah, favorite, blah.
Oh look, him again.
With his tiny Mikeysmile.
And his swagger.
In conclusion.
I'm going to drink the rest of this beer, the part that I didn't spill on myself/the couch, and then I'm going to tackle some sort of writing. Hopefully my Stuffsit. But I'll take what I can get.
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I remember when I first really got captivated by stage pictures of William Beckett, it was his awareness of his body that did it, the way he was very deliberately posing and constructing what was seen. Mikey is the opposite. What catches me about photos of him onstage is how accidental they are, how graceless, how it just happens.
Bebe Rexha messes with my straight so bad.
I like him when he's broody.
But also when he's goofy.
Cute cute cute.
I'm always a fan of Gabe with a baby.
Can't stay mad at William when he's in a picture with his little one.
My growing fascination with these two is confusing to me. I don't understand these feelings I am having. Someone should explain them to me. With porn.
These feelings, I do understand.
Yeah, they're pretty clear.
Blah blah, favorite, blah.
Oh look, him again.
With his tiny Mikeysmile.
And his swagger.
In conclusion.
I'm going to drink the rest of this beer, the part that I didn't spill on myself/the couch, and then I'm going to tackle some sort of writing. Hopefully my Stuffsit. But I'll take what I can get.
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comments. Comment there or here, as you like!