Right about the time artists became more skilled, observant, dextrous, and their tools became more precise than hafted flint chisels maybe?
Bodies are bodies, and whether you know it, like it, or not; Someone out there thinks that you’ve got the hottest arse they’ve ever ever seen.
Even hotter than that time they accidentally had the chicken & jalapeño sausage sandwich for lunch vs. the chicken apple sausage sandwich…
They literally think the sun shines out of your arse (not just those sausages you accidentally ordered).
Whatever, either way, there’s absolutely someone out there that loves you for you, finds you incredibly interesting, incredibly attractive, wants nothing more than to get hot and nasty with you… And probably doesn’t give a flying fuck about the history of art.
Just saying…
I’m happy this guy exists.^
(Source: eloquentpie)
