Can I just for a moment talk about this picture, because I love it like I love my coffee in the morning (not covered in bees). It’s perfect. It’s like he doesn’t even realise he is derping; in his mind he is smiling like any normal person does. You can see it in his eyes.
And, yet, the derp.
This picture is like the sun. I can’t look at it directly, or I’ll go blind. But I can look at the edges (or wearing dark glasses). I understand it’s importance to the world, and always appreciate it being around and I am thankful for the good things it brings to my life.
Benedict, you are such a fucking derp and I love you for it. Please never change.