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I want to sleep with you. I don’t mean have sex. I mean sleep. Together. Under my blankets. In my bed. With my hand on your chest and your arm around me. With the window cracked so it’s chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just sleepy, blissfully, happy silence.

In a scale from Taron Egerton looking at Hugh Jackman

Horrible! I’m a Dylan O’Brien at best

I’m more of a Tom Daley shooting “pls rerrange my colon” sniper glances

I’m more like Zachary Quinto practice rimming Chris Pine 

I’m no better than Chris Evans not even trying anymore.

I’m about as good as Michael Sheen whenever David Tennant breathes…

“So what? You had a bad semester. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.”

“We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.”

“Solitude is independence.”