the same goes to when i want to go to the bathroom for a lite night pee.
DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT HE’S YOURS!!!! HE’S FUCKING MINE. JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND FUCK OFF.
Why He’s Hot:
- That French boy air is just too alluring. The accent, the clothes, the hair,.. they all come together so perfectly its all too fucking good to be true. Even those shoes. Look at them. Look. They’re perfect. And his hair’s all tousled and shit. He gives Robert Pattinson a run for his money. It makes you want to shove him on top of that piano and make mad cliche love.
- He is the best of both worlds. He is boyish, but at the same time, incredibly manly and the thought of him just breaking shit all over the house is totally sexy. You know he’s the type that would just do anything for you. Plus he’s got that really wise and experienced look about him, which means he’s damn good in bed. Hell, he’s French. He’s fucking FRENCH. He’s probably the best fuck around. And he’ll whisper sweet french words into your ear that you don’t understand while he’s doing you.
- The scar on his face really adds to the bad-boyish image. It makes him look all tough and in-need-of-love.
- He’s the type that would bring you to a chic cafe in Paris and then feel so overcome by love for you that he can’t even not touch you for 2 minutes. In the end, you end up making love in the bathroom and all is good. He is the epitome of unpredictability and a perfect combination of love and lust.
- He looks timeless and classy. He smokes a cigarette like its nobody’s business. Do I need another fucking reason? No, I didn’t think so.
tutor me, Gaspard? please?
Jamie: You’re acting like a crazy person. What’s going on?
Landon: Okay, right now, you’re straddling the state line.
Jamie: Okay…?
Landon: You’re in two places at once.
