hot damn the man of my dreams. josh hartnett is my cocaine

whytheyrehot:

Why He’s Hot:

1. Look at this beautiful specimen of man. He’s like a goddamn Adonis with that tall, broad structure. He’s six feet, two inches and 175 pounds of provocative, muscle-y delight. I could lap him up like a saucer of milk, I swear to God I could.
2. Where else have you seen a bone structure as amazing as his? No where, that’s where. The chin, the cheekbones, the jaw - god, Idontevenknowwhattosayaboutit. And all of that, contrasted with those plump pink lips? Perfection.
3. That voice. Fuck, it’s like a choir of Angels singing, a litter of puppies whining in excitement and that one awesome Warner Bros. theme song that gave you goosebumps in the theater because you were so excited for the movie to start all at once. What I’m trying to say is that his voice is the culmination of every possible wonderful sound in the world. With a bit of sexy-as-hell thrown in for good measure.
4. He personifies mystery, with those heavy brows shadowing those narrow dark eyes and his aversion to the press and paparazzi. He’s like an onion and you want to peel back the layers. And not just of his clothing although, YES PLEASE.
5. Everything you probably don’t think is sexy? Josh Hartnett makes sexy. Come home early, find him totally decked out in your MAC? So what? Chain smoking like a chimney, cutting that gorgeous life short with every puff? Whatever. Just walking around, crouching down by pools, and pretending to spar with a really cute Korean dude? Yes. He makes the simplest things look like porn. UMMPHH.