all the mangos bring to mind that that poem by Amir Khusrau, that was pretty famous a few years ago;
He visits my town once a year.
He fills my mouth with kisses and nectar.
I spend all my money on him
Who, girl, your man?
No, a mango.
this was written in the 14th century. love of mangos is eternal.
anyway this feels very Shane.
i love how many people separately have commented/reblogged with/sent me asks of this poem
and i mean that genuinely! i'm not being snarky!
i just think it's funny that the shangoes have made so many people immediately think of the exact same thing lol.






















