Two links to get you in that glorious **breathless Sandra Dee voice** summer lovin’ mood for maybe the entire rest of the year: first, this ultra starry-eyed essay On Summer Crushing by Hanif Abdurraqib, which begins as a consideration of Whitney Houston’s “How Will I Know” and turns into a rallying cry for romantics (and Cancers) and anyone else who thinks feeling night air on sweaty skin = the highest high possible.
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links 4 lovers
Two links to get you in that glorious **breathless Sandra Dee voice** summer lovin’ mood for maybe the entire rest of the year: first, this ultra starry-eyed essay On Summer Crushing by Hanif Abdurraqib, which begins as a consideration of Whitney Houston’s “How Will I Know” and turns into a rallying cry for romantics (and Cancers) and anyone else who thinks feeling night air on sweaty skin = the highest high possible.