I don’t know how many times this week I’ve thought “Ok, I give up. Louis is a father. He put the d in the v. Him and Harry are not together anymore.” But then I remember … what about the bears? Those gay fucking bears have not given up on us.
I find that handwritten letters/notes are always so much more private and personal than texts or whatever. The idea of mailing something like that to someone you care about is just so astonishing to me, not sure why.