What am I talking about here? THIS very OBVIOUS thing right here:
If you are just a little bit intelligent or well-read, you probably know that this guy here is named ERNEST HEMINGWAY.
Ohh, no reason to freak out, he is just one of the most badass writers ever lived, a crazy gun-loving womenizer, adventurer, and someone who is probably braver than you and me and your whole family together, even if you have a schizo brother who kills bears with his bare (or bear? haha) hands. Of course, he was a little bit cuckoo especially as he got older, PLUS an alcoholic but honestly - who cares when you...
- When you, what? - you could ask.
I'll help you figure it out all by yourself by showing you another picture of him:
Anything? I'll help then:
WHEN YOU HAVE A BEARD LIKE HIM!!!!
Honestly, if you are a man and didn't know that I'm referring to his beard from the first moment I said "We need to talk about something very important", stop calling yourself a man and try to find a dark corner where you can hide and cry.
His. beard. Is. Beautiful. And. Perfect.
Give yourself a minute and respect his beard by letting yourself be totally impressed by it. Let the feeling go through you, embrace it and then never let it go again. And please, please, please, when you talk about Ernest Hemingway talk about his beard as well. He would love to know that not only his novels are cherised and loved but his beautifully grown beard as well which I'm sure he was very proud of and took great care of. You should do the same.
And now go and grow yourself a beard and try to be at least half as big as a man as he was. Because this world needs more Hemingways. And more beards.
Some more photos of him so you can be inspired: