TUMBLR LOVE: JON HAMM HAS CRUSHING SELF DOUBT.
“I’m about to lose my freaking mind and take all of you with me. Seriously. Jesus, now my right cheek is seizing up I’m freaking out so bad, it’s going to tear my face in half, I can’t even control it. Someone, please, kill me. Kill me now.”
“What am I doing – does this even look natural? I don’t even know how to smile anymore. Maybe I never knew how to smile.”
"“Heh, yeah, I’m laughing but what you don’t know is that at this point in my life I’m terrified of everyone and everything but if I keep smiling, maybe that will stop them from leaping over the barricades, attacking me, tearing me apart and feasting on my entrails. For a time at least. For a time.”
“It’s written all over my face isn’t it? Everyone can see it. Please. Stop staring at me. Please.”
“If only someone could hear my thoughts they’d know I’m a freaking hair’s breadth away from going postal all over this freaking place. I’m about to lose my shit completely. I’m this close, I swear to god.”
“Why? Always, the existential ‘Why?’ It torments me.”
“If I ever stop smiling, I’m pretty sure I’ll never stop crying.”
“I’m going to hold my breath while they take this picture. Maybe then, just maybe they’ll get the shot they’re all desperate for. The shot of my head literally exploding. The real me. All over their nice, clean camera lenses.”
“How long can I continue this charade? How long before the world sees through me? How long before the world consumes me whole?”
I can soothe your pain.
My husband will understand.