anthony bridgerton is my favorite brand of male character. he’s a whore with a tragic past and a fear of love. his crimes? being sexy and making terrible choices. and to top it off he’s got eldest sibling disorder. he’s literally perfect.
anthony bridgerton said “i am not a man of poetry” and then turned around and delivered “you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires. night and day i dream of you” all men do is lie
if you want to cry over a man, cry over one that will write you poems, read your book recommendations, annotate the books for you, announce in front of an entire council that you’re his priority and tell you he’s catastrophically in love with you. in conclusion, if you wanna cry over a man, let that man be william herondale.
