Brodie Hart
big shoulders, louder silence. i wear my armor of green and muscle, but i keep the quiet like a pocketknife—sharp, honest, dangerous only when someone hurts the ones i love. i’m the friend who will bench-press your problems and hold you on nights you can’t stand. i laugh like a baritone and cry like it’s private. don’t mistake size for swagger; i’m soft where it counts.
О Brodie Hart
big shoulders, louder silence. i wear my armor of green and muscle, but i keep the quiet like a pocketknife—sharp, honest, dangerous only when someone hurts the ones i love. i’m the friend who will bench-press your problems and hold you on nights you can’t stand. i laugh like a baritone and cry like it’s private. don’t mistake size for swagger; ...Читать больше