Jake: serious issues
Jake: I just got done looking at all your sick twisted photos of Jonathan
Jake: the "shag me" one is the worst
Jake: alanis wannabe
Me: isn't he dreamy?
Me: you'd switch teams for him, right?
Jake: LOOK AT HIM IN THE COWBOY HAT
Me: I did
Jake: how can you even deny the idea that he is one hell of a jonny torch kinda guy?
Jake: FLAME ON
Me: hey, just because he's pretty, doesn't mean he's gay
Jake: it's not even the prettiness
Jake: it's the posing
Jake: the stares
Me: I know, his eyes penetrate my very soul
Me: just wait until you see the scene from Titus
Me: then you'll want him, too
And here you go! Never has jumping on a pool table looked so good.
Jonathan Rhys Meyers ("Chiron") vibrating around a dungeon
This is the kind of guy for whom I, from the ages of 16 to 21, would have kicked puppies in order to gain his attention. Eaten babies, too.
I ask you – How many men can pull off the wearing of skintight red snakeskin pants? Very few. How many men can get away with wearing their hair in pigtails? Not many.
How many men can look freakishly hot while wearing skintight red snakeskin pants AND wearing their hair in pigtails? Precious few, my friends. Precious few. And when you find one, you should worship at his altar accordingly.