mysteries unfolded

remember how i tend swoon over a good smelling man? i'm talking about the men who abandon cologne and embrace their natural scent. that woodsy manly smell that lingers in the air and fills your senses, the kind i want to bottle up. it unwinds rationale and weakens my knees. utterly powerless, i tell you.



turns out, it's old spice. deodorant.

it's kinda like when you find out your favorite love song is about a sandwich.
{*to borrow from 27 dresses}