Happy February 14th.

I love you all as much as Kanye West loves Thom Yorke, as much as Simon Amstell loves Ben Whishaw, as much as Natasha Khan loves The Karate Kid, as much as George R. R. Martin loves lengthy descriptions of food, as much as Crystal loves her sock of the month club, as much as Zooey Deschanel loves kittens, as much as music critics love pretending that Bon Iver’s body of work — and particularly “Holocene” — does not represent the absolute nadir of human creative output, as much as Thom Yorke loves drinking unicorn blood, as much as Melissa loves being right, as much as Kit Harington loves breathing through his mouth, as much as Wonder Woman loves justice, as much as Vincent van Gogh loves Shakespeare, as much as Pikachu loves ketchup, as much as Brian Cox loves flash-freezing roses with liquid nitrogen, as much as Damon Salvatore loves cleanliness, as much as Stephen Fry loves Oscar Wilde, as much as Jonny Greenwood loves the banjo, as much as Edward Hopper loves negative space, and as much as Lois Lane loves doughnuts.

♥