Let’s see this. 

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Steinbeck on love

A wonderful letter to his teenage son, written in 1958. 

 ”… I just don’t know if you want to hang out with me because of my country club character, or because you’re looking to bring out some other kind of thug in me.”

 ”… I just don’t know if you want to hang out with me because of my country club character, or because you’re looking to bring out some other kind of thug in me.”

I’m good at platonic - it’s my default sexual setting, after nervous.
The new BBC Sherlock = megababe. 

The new BBC Sherlock = megababe.