Alexander Skarsgard

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….nope. 

….if you’re looking to give that heart of yours to someone special, I’m sure there are more than a few of us who’d be happy to have it darlin.

…if wishes were kisses, you’d be wearing lipstick today mister skarsgård.

….sitting and contemplating my deep and meaningful poetry I guess.

….let’s skip the ornaments and just go with lights this year. I wanna be able to see the tree.

Love, The Library ❤️

Pucker up mister. 

….thank you Sweden. You give the absolute best gifts. 

You want a kiss on the lips? Oh Mr.Skarsgard, I couldn’t possibly….

I was wrapping up presents, a job that I hate, drinking and  thinking “some help would be great” - when then in a twinkling I heard from the roof, a slip-slide and a thump and a cuss word to boot. As I muttered “what the hell?” and was turning around, in off the fire escape Skarsgard came with a bound. His eyes how they twinkled, his overbite how charming, his head was shaved tho which was kind of alarming. He spoke not a word but got straight to his work, wrapped all my gifts, then turned with a smirk. It took me a minute, I’ll admit I was slow, getting why his big forehead was sporting a bow. But eventually I realized, to my heartfelt delight, it was going to be a damn Merry Christmas, and a very goodnight…

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! -  love, Alex and Muffin.  My most lifted (and cropped image). I’m looking at you BuzzFeed. 

….to the swede in the santa hat, and to you. 

….Santa got your letter, but shirtless is as far as he’s willing to go.

….Santa is watching you.  

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