Dec 30, 2019
Imagine being a Victorian gentleman, sitting in your studio and your father comes in to give you your correspondence that just arrived for the third time today and amongst Lords and Ladies' cards that you're not going to answer to bc you haven't talked to them since last Yuletide ball, you find a living potato gentleman postcard and a dead bird signed by your very best friend and secretly homoerotic buddy and you're like ,„sigh, he remembered”