Poor tiny chair. Forrest, with light on your heavy shoulders and that face and those oak thighs. You are slaying me in my bones.
…oh heck. I just can’t put my finger on what makes him so utterly perfect. But I’ve actually never wanted a man so much.
*fans self*
ugh why is he so the way he is
its because he’s holding a gun. look it up, there’s a name for this phenomena
…oh heck. I just can’t put my finger on what makes him so utterly perfect. But I’ve actually never wanted a man so much.