Inexplicable Fetish.

Earlier today, I had this fantasy of cradling THE Vincent van Gogh and telling him “There, there” to ease his pain. God, I would like to caress him and his facial stubble as if he’d like that simple act of understanding and I was his darling. There’s aways a soft spot in my heart for the misunderstood types.

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