I really wonder what it feels like to be breathtakingly beautiful, what it feels like to have people stop and stare when you walk by. Not even being considered beautiful by others but I wonder what it feels like to feel beautiful. Because as far as I know, I’m ugly as shit and I wouldn’t want me either.
BENEDICT WENT TO THE ZOO AND LOOKED AT REPTILES AND STUDIED THEM AFTER HE WAS CAST AS SMAUG IN THE HOBBIT IF YOU DON’T THINK THATS THE CUTEST THING THEN GET OUT OF MY FACE OH MY GOD
I can just imagine him pressed against the glass in a snake house like from fucking Harry Potter just like ‘I am one, with the reptilesss’
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.