AWW fetus Leo is cute Leo. I could totally babysit him, free of charge. Not in a weird way, though. That sounds kind of weird. Oops.
My husband. He is waiting for me, as I walk down the staircase. What do you mean that wasn’t me? No, my mom took this picture. No, I’ve never seen Titanic; this is a different time.
Leo, how did your shirt get like that? Oh, no, button it up before… *faints*
If there is anything more beautiful than a powerful, attractive man, in a suit, living in New York, please, let me know. Oh, wait, if you do, that makes you a LIAR. You’re lying.
Look at dem eyes. Dem blue eyes. At first glance, you’re like “Are those contacts?” And it’s like NAWW, fam, no contacts. Then it’s DAYUMMM, no contacts.
Listen up. Don’t smoke. Not a joke. Leo is beautiful, though, on a side note. His cheek bones are magnificent.
He’s like, “Hold up, marry me.” HAHA, well, of course, Leo. I mean, how can I say no? AS LONG AS YOU GET RID OF THAT CIG. He’s like, “Anything for you.”
LEO WON AN OSCAR. LEO WON AN OSCAR. GOD BLESS. LOOK AT HIS EYES. THEY’RE MESMERIZING.
Leo got that jawline that can cut bricks. He can make my house too, while he’s at it. Loving that tie.
If you say so…
Mollie Feerick ’17 || Art Staff