like lingerie to me

i never really watch will’s bc interviews cause they always makes me feel unsettled. like idk, it’s just strange watching him sitting at the table all formal and there’s all these voices i don’t recognize and lot of the time it’s just him sitting waiting for his turn to answer. like he didn’t even mouth breathe much then. his mouth was alway shut tight, always looked somewhat tense, but once he opened his mouth and talked and it’s the same exact deepish voice, same one nod and a hard blink before answering, same no emotion ntdp trained answers, same squint when he tries to listen to the follow up questions like it’s gonna help him hear better, the little “i answered that already but since you didn’t get it, i’m just gonna rephrase it for you” slow blink and shrug, and since he can be sassy about it he’s gonna start with a little “i mean like i said….” and go on to repackage whatever he actually just said, the nose flare when he tries not to smile while talking about his teammates cause he’s a child, the same effort to come off as low effort and cool as possible that makes me want to pinch him in the side, and it’s like oh thank god—i can breathe again. i know this guy. this is my guy still.

I guess I must have amazing taste because somehow everything that I like are things that I enjoy

repeat after me: i am a sexy bitch and no one ruins my 2014

I am a sexy bitch and no one ruins my 2014