greenthing

greenthing:

Keanu Reeves circa Speed is delicious. De-liSh-us. I don’t understand why there isn’t more people on the Keanu bandwagon. I mean, I know on an acting level, he’s not like the cream of the crop, but dude’s aesthetically pleasing on a level that 89% of men are not.

I just want to cuddle with Keanu in front of a fireplace on a cold Winter’s night, watch the light dance across his magnificent face, and reassure him that, even though there is always going to be someone smarter, prettier, richer, and better at acting than he is, he’s the only Keanu Reeves that will ever exist, and he exists so beautifully. He exists in such a unique way that no one else ever will, and all he can do is just that. Flourish within himself. Be the best Keanu he can be. And then we’ll have hot, loud, vulnerable sex. The kind of sex that can only be had with Keanu Reeves. The kind of sex that, at one point, you think he might be crying, but crying in a good way because, god, he just loves you so much. HE JUST LOVES YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD I’M SO LONELY, U GUYZ.

Some really fucking awful Keanu Reeves movie is on right now, and I caught myself thinking, “I should blog about him”, but then I remembered that I did and it says everything I could ever say. Except, this should apply to all facets of Keanu, not just Speed Keanu, because as you get older, you realize that there isn’t a Keanu you wouldn’t sleep with.