Somewhere on the upper west side of manhattan, there is a man 32 years old, making over 4 million dollars a year who fantasizes about me having and raising his kids even though I can’t because I’m not Jewish and he is
Me, digging hozier out of his shallow grave at the base of a willow tree: hey buddy what’s new
Hozier, blinking in the golden mid-morning sunlight: my lover moves with the wind, as chaotic as the churning sea, as deadly as a raging blaze. When her eyes meet mine, i see myself dying in her arms, by her hand, and my soul finally knows bliss
Me, tucking him back in until spring: okay sleep tight buddy
Is there rly any softer scene than when o'malley sees duchess and falls in love with her at first sight in the aristocats, complimenting her at every turn and climbing into a cherry blossom tree to make the flower petals snow gracefully down on her? How dreamy 🥀💕
This Is Love 😍😍
Not to mention when he found she had kids, he was thrown for a second, then proceeded to not only still help her, but dote on them too.
“Not all men” you’re right, Abraham DeLacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley would never.
