For an occasionally cocky frontman with an occasional foul mouth and furious guitar, there’s an ethereal, almost gravity-defying quality about the man himself, twisting in his chair, floating in his thoughts. Turner exhibits a sort of double jointed-ness of both body and mind, as if he might metamorphose into a puff of smoke or ring-tailed lemur should the notion occur to him. A kind of human slinky, he looks like he could turn around inside his Highly Evolved T-shirt without taking it off or even touching the sides, and with his long, wavy hair and big brown horse eyes, it would be churlish to deny that he is a creature of beauty.
(Source: speculationspectrum, via horchatarze)
There are so many different kinds of pretty. Just saying “shes pretty” is so vague. Or if you say, “I’m not pretty”, it’s like you have fallen in to this worldwide delusion that pretty is just one option or category and you’re ‘it’ or you’re not. That’s like saying, “I’ll have a sandwich.” A lot of options come along with that question, don’t they! What kind of bread are we talkin’? What’s the meat? All women are sort of like sandwiches. Don’t get me wrong, some women are a little nasty. But there are plenty of chunky european men out there who love sauerkraut.
wanna know what a cow looks like washed and blow dried?
that is what a cow looks like washed and blow dried