We are the girls who fell for the villain and the virgin. The alien and the hobbit. These are the men who are NOT heart throbs, they posses little of society’s “beauty”. Our first thoughts of them were not those of lust, but of awe. Their performances brought life to a character, something that was flat on a screen. They made us crave more with their words, their body language, their mastery of their art. We find them beautiful because of their talent, they way they transform from a person to a thing of legends. We grow to love the oddness of their bodies and faces, we ignore their age- for that age has led to mastery of their art.
If I could reblog this 100 times over I would <3
A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour. Shortly after she became depressed and her health declined, and she was diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped up piglets in tiger cloth, and gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs and treats them like her babies.
I HAD TO… i felt forced.