"Ah, I drank. Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled up also, with too much
world, and, drinking, I myself ran over." - Rilke
This is a blog dedicated to my few hedonistic delights, so expect a lot of John Simm, David Tennant, tongue-in-cheek objectification of the human form, and smutty gifs. And the rare moment of substance.
In real life, I'm a quiet, socially repressed, asexual academic. You can call me toodlepip or V.
John Simm’s neck is a thing of impossible beauty.
Why? Yeah, I dunno. Something about the sexy specs and the fingers and his gaping mouth at the end there?