The most beautiful thing you ever told me...

Must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. No specific height, weight, hair color or political affiliation required, but would prefer a warm spirited non racist. Cynics, critics, pessimists and ‘stick in the muds’ need not apply. Voluptuous figures A plus. Any similarity in look, mind set or fashion sense to Mary Poppins, Claire Huxtable, Snow White or Elvira Wholeheartedly welcomed. I am dubious of actresses, fellons and lesbians, but don’t want to rule them out entirely. Must be tolerant of whistling, tickle torture, James Taylor and sleeping late. I have a slight limp, eerily soft hands and a preternatural love of autumn. I once misinterpreted being called a coal-eyed dandy as a compliment when it was intended as an insult. I wiggle my feet in my sleep, am scared of the dark and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all time. All I want is butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart and to make you smile until it hurts.

—Matthew Gray Gubler about his perfect woman. (via paynegod)