this is about to get personal, people. fair warning. lord knows, i’m no daisy fresh virgin (not to say i’m exactly a free ride, respectably). but since my v-card’s been accessed, there’s some things a girl likes to keep sacred. such as slow boning to the smiths. i’ve been saving that for the right person, i’ve put that moment on a pedestal. call me a corny, call me a fucking hipster, call me whatever you want… i don’t give no fucks. judge me.
that being said, i would gladly let both of these men run a train on me to the tune of moz and johnny marr’s brilliance. and then? then i’d steal this shirt and wear it around like a gold medal.