i love how tumblr is a bunch of really intellectual activists who understand politics, religion, sexuality, and literature better than most of the human population
but put an exceptionally attractive British man in front of them and everyone is reduced to
OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU FACE SIR
UNF UNF UNF UNF GET NAKED IN MY BED NOW
THE NOISE I MADE WAS NOT HUMAN
We stumble along, don’t we, doing the washing, and filling the car, and making the best hash of it we can. We never get to that moment, do we? Where we go, ‘Right, decision time’. Tellies flying through the air, dreams are trashed, people are falling off pedestals like skittles. This is where I take control of my free-fall life cause no one’s gonna do it for us, are they?
What has he done? Please. Just tell me.