Dear Jason Orange,
I would appreciate it if you would quit looking so damned beautiful and having so many pictures taken of you. Because every time I’m trying to productively do something I run across a picture of you on my dash, then my scrollkeys stop working, then I look up and 20 minutes has gone by and your damn eyes and eyelashes and most likely shirtless chest are still there. How do you even DO that?
Much love anyway,