Hands, mouths, collar bones. The way they laugh, or talk with their hands. The way they drink, or do their work. If you see a guy who’s very comfortable with himself in his element, it’s very attractive.
“Mother Nature is a serial killer. No one’s better. More creative. Like all serial killers, she can’t help but the urge to want to get caught. But what good are all those brilliant crimes if no one takes the credit? So she leaves crumbs. Now the hard part, while you spent decades in school, is seeing the crumbs for the clues they are. Sometimes the thing you thought was the most brutal aspect of the virus, turns out to be the chink in its armor. And she loves disguising her weaknesses as strengths. She’s a bitch.”—World War Z (via hedonistpoet)