Now a little comfort blog -- Because we all need it
Some people eat comfort food. Some read their favorite books over again. Some put on a ratty old sweatshirt they wouldn’t trade for the finest Prada dress.
For me? Well…it’s this:
Ridiculous amounts of mascara
Everything moving in slow motion
Doors opening by themselves
Gorey-esque schoolboy with wings
English schoolboys wearing not much at all
English schoolboys wearing not much at all getting all wet
Ninjas! Ninjas! Ninjas!
Fancy dinner party
Water splashing out of silver wine glasses
Hard bodies tumbling through the air
Motorcycle gang dancing on a staircase
English schoolboys in football shoulder pads and tight pants and nothing else
Hard bodies tumbling through the air redeux
Running down endless halls in slow motion
Running down endless halls in slow motion with dramatic backlighting and a wind machine
Half-hidden face with chiseled good looks. And wet.
More glowing eyes
Possessed choir boys
Possessed choir boy flying through the air
Gorey-esque kid again
Hard bodies dancing in bondage wear
Bondage boy in feathers
And finally what I like to call the, It-Was-All-Just-A-Crazy-Dream…-Or-Was-It!?!?!? factor.
Yeah. I watch old 80s videos. (Name that one.)