love letters w, c, w


Taken right after I found out I was tagged as my man’s #wcw (minus the dog, though: mine doesn’t look nearly this disheveled).

In all sincerity, what did dudes write in the letters that have all of Fragonard’s women falling over themselves?  I mean, forget sonnets: all I need is a grilled cheese at 11pm on a Tuesday night and I am simply head over heels.

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