I feel like this one doesn’t need too much explanation. Bobby, I gotta say: you are a transmasc icon.
Actually, you know what? This one makes me feel even more lesbian, somehow. That pose he’s got going on, and the button-down shirt with the top button undone, and his hair looking like that all manage to come together to form a butch lesbian’s dream look. Or maybe just mine in particular.
I have not ever worn a turtleneck as far as I can remember. This makes me want to. Also, dare I say this is lesbiotic?
I, too, wear glasses.
This is one of my most hated images of all time. It, along with the entirety of Dead Poets Society acts as a constant reminder to me of what I would look like if I were a teenage boy in the late 1950s. I hate his fucking sweater.
I can’t even look at this let alone comment on it