pretty boy.

The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch men give you when they read you as female:

The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch your friends give you:

the initial fact they’re talking through a hand puppet with the oobi eyes 

the horrible, horrible desynch between their words and the movements of the hand 

lack of any clear place the hand is looking 

“dwells in the depths”. just the whole sentence itself and the weird inflection on it.

the fact that the dude clearly already discovered this thing and was so moved by it they went to record it 

“wuoah”, and the split second of open-palmed hand that no longer resembles a puppet 

the weird fade in on the music and the fact it sounds a little distorted at first 

the very specific but undefinable emotion conveyed by the music